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Existence is a strange bargain

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

– William Cowper

Absence from whom we love

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

– William Cowper

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
– William Cowper

The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
– William Cowper

Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
– William Cowper

God moves in mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps on the sea and rides upon the storm.
– William Cowper

Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall’d pencil.
– William Cowper

The only am arantine flower on earth Is virtue.
– William Cowper

No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.
– William Cowper

Some boundless contiguity of shade.
– William Cowper

The man that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man.
– William Cowper

Pleasure admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
– William Cowper

That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.
– William Cowper

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest Christian on his knees.
– William Cowper

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Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress’d.
– William Cowper

A fool must now and then be right by chance.
– William Cowper

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!
– William Cowper

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
– William Cowper

And prate and preach about what others prove, As if the world and they were hand and glove.
– William Cowper

Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
– William Cowper