She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace? — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will. — William Cowper Compassion Copy Share Image
A moral, sensible, and well-bred manWill not affront me, and no other can. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting. — William Cowper Epigram Copy Share Image
Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where. — William Cowper Judgement Copy Share Image
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address Thou God of our idolatry, the Press. . . . . Like Eden's… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
“Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much. Wisdom is humble that he knows not more.” — William Cowper Knowledge Copy Share Image
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But truths on which depends our main concern, That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn, Shine by the side of… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a… — William Cowper Life Copy Share Image
They fix attention, heedless of your pain, With oaths like rivets forced into the brain; And e'en when sober truth prevails throughout,… — William Cowper Attention Copy Share Image
The man to solitude accustom'd long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech… — William Cowper Animal Copy Share Image
How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now… — William Cowper Bells Copy Share Image
Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads… — William Cowper Dancing Copy Share Image
The parable of the prodigal son, the most beautiful fiction that ever was invented; our Saviour's speech to His disciples, with which… — William Cowper Affection Copy Share Image
Oh, popular applause! what heart of man Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms? The wisest and the best feel urgent need… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is… — William Cowper Death Copy Share Image
Twere better to be born a stone Of ruder shape, and feeling none, Than with a tenderness like mine And sensibilities so… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
