William Cowper Quotes
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Grief is itself a medicine.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
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Some people are more nice than wise.
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Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
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Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.
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When scandal has new-minted an old lie, Or tax'd invention for a fresh supply, 'Tis call'd a satire, and the world appears Gathering around it with erected ears; A thousand names are toss'd into the crowd, Some whisper'd softly, and some twang'd aloud, Just as the sapience of an author's brain, Suggests it safe or dangerous to be plain.
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Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
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It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
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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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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
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Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
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The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
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Mansions once Knew their own masters, and laborious hinds, That had surviv'd the father, serv'd the son. Now the legitimate and rightful lord Is but a transient guest, newly arrived, And soon to be supplanted. He that saw His patrimonial timber cast its leaf, Sells the last scantling, and transfers the price To some shrewd sharper ere it buds again. Estates are landscapes, gazed upon awhile, Then advertised and auctioneer'd away.
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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.