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All constraint, / Except what wisdom lays on evil men, / Is evil.
William Cowper
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No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
William Cowper
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Religion does not censure or exclude Unnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.
William Cowper
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In the vast, and the minute, we see The unambiguous footsteps of the God, Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing And wheels His throne upon the rolling worlds.
William Cowper
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
William Cowper
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
William Cowper
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Learning itself, received into a mind By nature weak, or viciously inclined, Serves but to lead philosophers astray, Where children would with ease discern the way.
William Cowper
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Religion, if in heavenly truths attired, Needs only to be seen to be admired.
William Cowper
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
William Cowper
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England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
William Cowper
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[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
William Cowper
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.
William Cowper
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Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
William Cowper
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
William Cowper
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They love the country, and none else, who seek For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would leave, that has a heart Susceptible of pity, or a mind Cultured and capable of sober thought.
William Cowper
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Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
William Cowper
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There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.
William Cowper
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Grief is itself a medicine.
William Cowper
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Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.
William Cowper
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Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home, An Nature, in her cultivated trim Dress'ed to his taste, inviting him abroad - Can he want occupation who has these?
William Cowper
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A moral, sensible, and well-bred manWill not affront me, and no other can.
William Cowper
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
William Cowper
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A noisy man is always in the right.
William Cowper
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Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
William Cowper
