William Cowper


English Poet and Hymnodist

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'Tis providence alone secures in every change both mine and yours.

United yet divided, twain at once: so sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void the world can never fill.

Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

'Tis revelation satisfies all doubts, explains all mysteries except her own, and so illuminates the path of life, that fools discover it, and stray no more.

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.

What we admire we praise; and when we praise,advance it into notice, that its worth acknowledged, others may admire it too.

Which not even critics criticize.

Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia give the world repose.

To dally much with subject mean and low proves that the mind is weak, or makes it so.

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

When admirals extoll'd for standing still, of doing nothing with a deal of skill.

While fancy, like the finger of a clock, runs the great circuit, and is still at home.

Woman has, in general, much stronger propensity than man to the discharge of parental duties.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink with both our eyes, is easier than to think.

Virtue and vice had boundaries in old time, not to be pass'd.

When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! Why forbid the willing tears to flow?

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, the power of grace, the magic of a name.

Words pregnant with celestial fire.

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob god of his honor, and is saying in effect that he has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of his own reach.

Visits are unsatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.

When his wife asked him to change clothes to meet the German Ambassador: If they want to see me, here I am. If they want to see my clothes, open my closet and show them my suits.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Would I describe a preacher… I would express him simple, grave, sincere; in doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, and plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, and natural in gesture; much impress'd himself, as conscious of his awful charge, and anxious mainly that the flock he feeds may feel it too; affectionate in look, and tender in address, as well becomes a messenger of grace to guilty men.

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English Poet and Hymnodist