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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
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Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
William Cowper
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
William Cowper
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No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
William Cowper
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And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
William Cowper
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But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings should not play at. Nations would do well To extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds Are gratified with mischief, and who spoil, Because men suffer it, their toy the world.
William Cowper
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Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.
William Cowper
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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
William Cowper
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War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
William Cowper
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Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse, Not more distinct from harmony divine The constant creaking of a country sign.
William Cowper
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Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
William Cowper
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He that attends to his interior self, That has a heart, and keeps it; has a mind That hungers, and supplies it; and who seeks A social, not a dissipated life, Has business.
William Cowper
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Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
William Cowper
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Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia gives the world repose.
William Cowper
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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 Cowper
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For when was public virtue to be found Where private was not?
William Cowper
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The still small voice is wanted.
William Cowper
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
William Cowper
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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.
William Cowper
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Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold; but, though theirs they have enroll'd me, minds are never to be sold.
William Cowper
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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.
William Cowper
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Sin let loose speaks punishment at hand.
William Cowper
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
William Cowper
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
William Cowper
