William Cowper Quotes

Such stuff the world is made of.
William Cowper
Variety's the very spice of life That gives it all its flavour.
William Cowper
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!
William Cowper
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow.
William Cowper
I praise the Frenchman his remark was shrewd - "How sweet how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat Whom I may whisper - Solitude is sweet.
William Cowper
We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
William Cowper
A glory gilds the sacred page Majestic like the sun It gives a light to every age It gives but borrows none.
William Cowper
Absence of occupation is not rest A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
William Cowper
Religion if in heavenly truths attired Needs only to be seen to be admired.
William Cowper
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.
William Cowper
Absence of occupation is not rest A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
William Cowper
Religion if in heavenly truths attired Needs only to be seen to be admired.
William Cowper
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.
William Cowper
Beware of desp'rate steps the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have pass'd away.
William Cowper
Happiness depends as Nature shows less on exterior things than most suppose.
William Cowper
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
William Cowper
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
William Cowper
Grief is itself a med'cine.
William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.
William Cowper
A fool must now and then be right by chance.
William Cowper
A moral sensible and well-bred man Will not affront me and no other can.
William Cowper
The town is man's world but this (country life) is of God.
William Cowper
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?
William Cowper
God made the country and man made the town.
William Cowper
He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
William Cowper
Remorse begets reform.
William Cowper
No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
William Cowper
My fugitive years are all hasting away,And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see,Have a being less durable even than he.
William Cowper
When we don't pray, we quit the fight. Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright. And Satan trembles when he sees. The weakest saint upon his knees.
William Cowper
If the world like it not, so much the worse for them.
William Cowper
The dearest idol I have known,Whate'er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the Lamb.
William Cowper
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me;Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths allBolted against me.Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers,Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentenceWorse than Abiram's.Him the vindictive rod of angry JusticeSent quick and howling to the centre headlong;I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, amBuried above ground.
William Cowper
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleasedWith melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;Some chord in unison with what we hearIs touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
William Cowper
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urnThrows up a steamy column and the cupsThat cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.
William Cowper
God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performs
William Cowper