There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man. William Cowper More Quotes by William Cowper More Quotes From William Cowper God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money, Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in. William Cowper devilpridemen When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins. William Cowper leprosysinchurch England with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee. William Cowper mindmaycountry War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. William Cowper kingswisewar There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know. William Cowper poeticpainpoetry The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth. William Cowper treasureflowerinspirational The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing. William Cowper endurancewingsbird Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains. William Cowper virtuepainvices The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow. William Cowper innocentinnocenceuncomfortable I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? William Cowper pityslaverysugar Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate. William Cowper tea-drinkingcups-of-teacheer Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore. William Cowper solitudesuccessfulwar Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life. William Cowper employedhe-manmen No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road. William Cowper thornsacceptancefound The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away. William Cowper passed-awaytomorrowhope Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, William Cowper homefriendshipbook And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, William Cowper kissingbooklooks 'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it. William Cowper weedflowerwisdom The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight. William Cowper breathespiritsight All we behold is miracle. William Cowper miracle
