The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
WILLIAM COWPERThe cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
WILLIAM COWPEREngland with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
WILLIAM COWPERThe nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
WILLIAM COWPERThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
WILLIAM COWPERI will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
WILLIAM COWPERHabits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
WILLIAM COWPERTrials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
WILLIAM COWPERPleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
WILLIAM COWPERA self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
WILLIAM COWPERYe fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
WILLIAM COWPERWhen nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
WILLIAM COWPERAnd the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
WILLIAM COWPERSome people are more nice than wise.
WILLIAM COWPERI pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
WILLIAM COWPERHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
WILLIAM COWPER