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William Cowper Quotes


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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
[Prayer]
 

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
 

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die.
[Solitude]
 

Some to the fascination of a name surrender judgment hoodwinked.
 

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, rocked in the cradle of the western breeze.
[Spring]
 

Such stuff the world is made of.
[World]
 

The age of virtuous politics is past, and we are deep in that of cold pretence. - Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere, and we too wise to trust them.
[Patriotism]
 

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."
[Care]
 

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have past away.
 

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
 

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
[Variety]
 

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
[Innocence]
 

The kindest and the happiest pair, will find occasion to forbear; find something every day they live, to pity, and perhaps forgive.
[Marriage]
 

The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
[Flattery]
 

The man that dares traduce because he can with safety to himself, is not a man.
[Slander]
 

The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
[Goals]
 

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.
 

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown; no traveller ever reached that blessed abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
[Sorrow]
 

The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
[Pride]
 

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
[Thought]
 


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