William Cowper Quotes
Most popular William Cowper Quotes
Grief is itself a medicine.
Grief is itself a med'cine.
Variety's the very spice of life.
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
Virtue, thriving most where little seen.
Mercy to them that shows it, is the rule.
Pleasure is deaf when told of future pain.
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.
God made the country, and man made the town.
I believe no man was ever scolded out of his sins.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know.
Variety's the very spice of life that gives it all its flavor.
Some to the fascination of a name surrender judgment, hoodwinked.
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss of Paradise that has survived the fall!
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Absence of occupation is not rest, a mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Love makes the music of the blest above, Heaven's harmony is universal love.
Happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers to the seas.
All zeal for a reform, that gives offense To peace and charity, is mere pretense.
Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
None sends their arrow to the mark in view whose hand is feeble or their aim untrue.
O, popular applause! What heart of man Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest, till half mankind were, like himself possessed.
Knowledge is proud that it has learned so much; Wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.
Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrates hope severer than despair.
Knowledge is proud that one has learned so much; Wisdom is humble that one knows no more.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees / Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
Detested sport That owes its pleasures to another's pain; That feeds upon the sobs and dying shrieks Of harmless nature.
What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage-bond divine?
I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
A man renowned for repartee Will seldom scruple to make free With friendship's finest feeling, Will thrust a dagger at your breast, And say he wounded you in jest, By way of balm for healing.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.
Variety's the very spice of life That gives it all its flavor.
Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
