William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
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Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!
Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.
Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention.
The still small voice is wanted.
The still small voice is wanted.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
. . . thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorged and bloated purse
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. . . thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorged and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
Detested sport,
That owes its pleasures to another's pain.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to
be living apart.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to
be living apart.
