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Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
William Cowper
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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.
William Cowper
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Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
William Cowper
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But poverty, with most who whimper forth Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe; The effect of laziness, or sottish write.
William Cowper
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No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.
William Cowper
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Some people are more nice than wise.
William Cowper
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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.
William Cowper
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Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.
William Cowper
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He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides.
William Cowper
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Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear The trumpet of contention.
William Cowper
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All affectation; 'tis my perfect scorn; Object of my implacable disgust.
William Cowper
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Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
William Cowper
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Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
William Cowper
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Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.
William Cowper
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God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
William Cowper
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
William Cowper
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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.
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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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
William Cowper
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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
William Cowper
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Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
William Cowper
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Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
William Cowper
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The beggarly last doit.
William Cowper
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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
William Cowper
