585 Quotes by William Cowper

My fugitive years are all hasting away,And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can,To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see,Have a being less durable even than he.

When we don't pray, we quit the fight. Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright. And Satan trembles when he sees. The weakest saint upon his knees.

Happy the bard, (if that fair name belongTo him that blends no fable with his song)Whose lines uniting, by an honest art,The faithful monitors and poets part,Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind,And while they captivate, inform the mind.Still happier, if he till a thankful soil,And fruit reward his honorable toil:But happier far who comfort those that waitTo hear plain truth at Judah's hallow'd gate

Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all it's flavour.

The dearest idol I have known,Whate'er that idol be,Help me to tear it from thy throne,And worship only thee.So shall my walk be close with God,Calm and serene my frame;So purer light shall mark the roadThat leads me to the Lamb.

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! / How sweet their memory still! / But they have left an aching void / The world can never fill.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,Makes half a sentence at a time enough;The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,Then pause, and puff -- and speak, and pause again.