The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue. William Cowper More Quotes by William Cowper More Quotes From William Cowper Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more. William Cowper motivational inspirational life God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. William Cowper failure courage moving Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will. William Cowper god heart men Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor. William Cowper giving inspire life Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees. William Cowper knees devil prayer What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. William Cowper peaceful sweet memories Grief is itself a medicine. William Cowper pain grief death Heaven's harmony is universal love. William Cowper universal-love religious heaven Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. William Cowper fighting prayer christian Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, William Cowper mind men knowledge A fool must now and then be right, by chance William Cowper humorous intellectual truth Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. William Cowper prayer feet sweet Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die William Cowper sick solitude lying Skins may differ, but affection William Cowper black skins white Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose. William Cowper littles happiness life Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, William Cowper scorpions nests eggs A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator. William Cowper pride self men Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt. William Cowper selfish inspirational war How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet. William Cowper solitude loneliness sweet The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. William Cowper bud flower sweet
