An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
WILLIAM COWPERA fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
More William Cowper Quotes
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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
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Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
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