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A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.
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He that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech.
William Cowper
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All constraint, / Except what wisdom lays on evil men, / Is evil.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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A noisy man is always in the right.
William Cowper -
The slaves of custom and established mode, With pack-horse constancy we keep the road Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells.
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Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.
William Cowper -
But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.
William Cowper
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear The trumpet of contention.
William Cowper -
The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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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? I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
William Cowper -
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
William Cowper
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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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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
William Cowper -
Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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I am out of humanity's reach.
William Cowper -
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
William Cowper -
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
William Cowper
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Defend me, therefore, common sense, say From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.
William Cowper -
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
William Cowper -
Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound.
William Cowper -
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
William Cowper