William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-tongue.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
When admirals extoll'd for standing still,
Of doing nothing with a deal of skill.
God made bees, and bees made honey,
God made man, and man made money,
Pride made the read more
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.
- transcribed by James Henry Dixon,
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
An inadvertent step may crush the snail
That crawls at evening in the public path.
But he read more
An inadvertent step may crush the snail
That crawls at evening in the public path.
But he that has humanity, forewarned,
Will turn aside and let the reptile live.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars read more
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.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
And spades, the emblems of read more
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
Habits of close attention, thinking heads,
Become more rare as dissipation spreads,
Till authors hear at length read more
Habits of close attention, thinking heads,
Become more rare as dissipation spreads,
Till authors hear at length one general cry
Tickle and entertain us, or we die!
