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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4b8d984 | Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. | William Cowper | ||
| 265d723 | That good diffused may more abundant grow. | William Cowper | ||
| 8730676 | But that disease when soberly definedIs the false fire of an o'erheated mind. | William Cowper | ||
| 33177cd | A business with an income at its heels Furnishes always oil for its own wheels. | William Cowper | ||
| a175501 | Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. | William Cowper | ||
| 9f6472a | An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless when it goes as when it stands. | William Cowper | ||
| eba071f | Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn. | William Cowper | ||
| a8320e5 | Religion! what treasure untoldResides in that heavenly word! | William Cowper | ||
| 56d266a | Though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. | William Cowper | ||
| 3f09710 | United yet divided, twain at once: So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne. | William Cowper | ||
| 548dc7f | We have no slaves at home. - Then why abroad? | William Cowper | ||
| ae8b9d4 | Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause. | William Cowper | ||
| 306fa06 | There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know. | William Cowper | ||
| bbce635 | O Popular Applause! what heart of manIs proof against thy sweet seducing charms? | William Cowper | ||
| 56afd68 | Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour. | William Cowper | ||
| 90bac38 | She that asks Her dear five hundred friends. | William Cowper | ||
| ee6bc14 | Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall! | William Cowper | ||
| a98c12c | I was a stricken deer that left the herd Long since. | William Cowper | ||
| 29f68b8 | Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream. | William Cowper | ||
| 62fcb4e | Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain. | William Cowper | ||
| 9212d13 | Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too. | William Cowper | ||
| ab477b6 | Which not even critics criticise. | William Cowper | ||
| d720fcf | What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns? | William Cowper | ||
| 101fce4 | While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. | William Cowper | ||
| c15da17 | O Winter, ruler of the inverted year! | William Cowper | ||
| 58e042b | It seems the part of wisdom. | William Cowper | ||
| e0c24a1 | The Frenchman's darling. | William Cowper | ||
| f58f331 | Silently as a dream the fabric rose — No sound of hammer or of saw was there. | William Cowper | ||
| abcbbb8 | But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. | William Cowper | ||
| 8bd15f9 | The beggarly last doit. | William Cowper | ||
| 6893dec | As dreadful as the Manichean god, Adored through fear, strong only to destroy. | William Cowper | ||
| d9f954c | The still small voice is wanted. | William Cowper | ||
| 061f19d | He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. | William Cowper | ||
| b9b4ba4 | Give what Thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away. | William Cowper | ||
| fbac30e | Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwink'd. | William Cowper | ||
| c5aa672 | Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God. | William Cowper | ||
| d4a14ca | Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours! | William Cowper | ||
| c365a64 | Survivor sole, and hardly such, of allthat once lived here | William Cowper | ||
| 2ab81e3 | Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,-- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew. | William Cowper | ||
| 1614784 | A kick that scarce would move a horse May kill a sound divine. | William Cowper | ||
| bd692fd | And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. | William Cowper | ||
| 1e71760 | 'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. | William Cowper | ||
| 8cc6889 | I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau If birds confabulate or no. | William Cowper | ||
| 9ebc287 | The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. | William Cowper |