Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze. — William Cowper Blossoms Copy Share Image
Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. — William Cowper Corruption Copy Share Image
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon, So sophistry, cleaves close to, and… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name, But England's Milton equals both in fame. — William Cowper England Copy Share Image
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never… — William Cowper Deceit Copy Share Image
Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom… — William Cowper Connections Copy Share Image
Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking. — William Cowper Bears Copy Share Image
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. — William Cowper Country life Copy Share Image
No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity. — William Cowper Cat Copy Share Image
