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My Mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?...

By William Cowper
But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case....

By William Cowper
Variety is the very spice of life that gives it all its flavour.

By William Cowper
I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute on; but I wish that I could get away And go home to the village of Bruton.

By William Cowper
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.

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He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.

By William Cowper
Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected -- for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected?

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Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

By William Cowper
No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

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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.

By William Cowper
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

By William Cowper
Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others' bare.

By William Cowper
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

By William Cowper
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

By William Cowper
God made the country and man made the town.

By William Cowper
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.

By William Cowper
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

By William Cowper
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

By William Cowper
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.

By William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain: God is His own interpreter, And he will make it plain.

By William Cowper
You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior

By William Cowper
Fanaticism soberly defined, is the false fire of an over heated mind.

By William Cowper
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.

By William Cowper
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

By William Cowper
Words learned 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.

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With spots quadrangular of diamond form,/ Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, / And spades, the emblem of untimely graves.

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Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

By William Cowper
When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue/ Lies silent in the grave.

By William Cowper