William Cowper Quotes

O Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms?

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

So manifold, all pleasing in their kind,
All healthful, are the employs of rural life,
Reiterated as the wheel of time,
Runs round; still ending, and beginning still.

Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.

He that holds fast the golden mean, 22 And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest,
Till half mankind were like himself possess'd.

Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwink'd.

Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

For 't is a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

The Frenchman's darling.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.