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William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
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Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
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Religion does not censure or exclude Unnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming.
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I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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A teacher should be sparing of his smile.
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Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
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Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
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I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
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Our love is principle, and has its root In reason, is judicious, manly, free.
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But poverty, with most who whimper forth Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe The effect of laziness, or sottish write.
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The man that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man.
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Did Charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love.
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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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!
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And in that hour, The seeds of cruelty, that since have swell'd To such gigantic and enormous growth, Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil. Hence date the persecution and the pain That man inflicts on all inferior kinds, Regardless of their plaints.
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Even in the stifling bosom of the town, A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms That soothes the rich possessor much consol'd, That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint, Or nightshade, or valerian, grace the well He cultivates.
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Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
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We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.
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