What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
WILLIAM COWPERThe proud are ever most provoked by pride.
More William Cowper Quotes
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Remorse begets reform.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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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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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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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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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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