Quotes by: William Cowper
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.