In man or woman, but far most in man, And most of all in man that ministers, And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn: Object of my implacable disgust. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But conversation, choose what theme we may, And chiefly when religion leads the way, Should flow, like waters after summer show'rs, Not as if… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
“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… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
