Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains. — William Cowper Character Copy Share Image
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed. — William Cowper Honey Copy Share Image
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. — William Cowper Home Copy Share Image
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze. — William Cowper Breeze Copy Share Image
When I thinkof my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries… — William Cowper Alas Copy Share Image
I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin. — William Cowper Animals Copy Share Image
Religion does not censure or exclude Unnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued. — William Cowper Censure Copy Share Image
They love the country, and none else, who seek For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would… — William Cowper Capable Copy Share Image
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? — William Cowper Mum Copy Share Image
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. — William Cowper Footsteps Copy Share Image
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against… — William Cowper Deities Copy Share Image
What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too. — William Cowper Admire Copy Share Image
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrowed one from art. — William Cowper Art Copy Share Image
But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply. — William Cowper Truth Copy Share Image
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought. — William Cowper Break Copy Share Image
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace? — William Cowper Cases Copy Share Image
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge — William Cowper Fool Copy Share Image
All flesh is grass. and all its glory fades Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind; Riches have wings, and grandeur… — William Cowper Celebrate Copy Share Image
This cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, Built as it has been in our waning years, A rest afforded to our weary… — William Cowper Built Copy Share Image
War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. — William Cowper Anti war Copy Share Image
Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts. — William Cowper Art Copy Share Image
