Quotes
Quotes - Cowper
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it comes to light, In every cranny but the right.
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left.
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.
How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
I was a stricken deer that left the herd Long since.
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made, To turn a penny in the way of trade.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
The sinews of affairs are cut.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Some to the fascination of a name, Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
The earth was made so various, that the mind of desultory man, studious of change, and pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
'Twere better to be born a stone Of ruder shape, and feeling none, Than with a tenderness like mine And sensibilities so fine! Ah, hapless wretch! condemn'd to dwell Forever in my native shell, Ordained to move when others please, Not for my own content or ease; But toss'd and buffeted about, Now in the water and now out.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade; Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Though peace be made, yet it's interest that keep peace.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
