Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume And we are weeds without it.
William Cowper
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
Hymnwriter
Poet
Poet Lawyer
Translator
Writer
Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
Wisdom
Lustre
Alone
Weeds
Without
Perfume
Giving
Fleeting
Life
Weed
Flower
Gives
Liberty
More quotes by William Cowper
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
William Cowper
Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.
William Cowper
When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?
William Cowper
Great offices will have great talents.
William Cowper
Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt all mock thee for a prey They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay.
William Cowper
The solemn fop significant and budge A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
William Cowper
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
William Cowper
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
William Cowper
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.
William Cowper
Absence of occupation is not rest.
William Cowper
How! leap into the pit our life to save? To save our life leap all into the grave.
William Cowper
An idler is a watch that wants both hands As useless if it goes as when it stands.
William Cowper
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
William Cowper
What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wifeWhen friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?
William Cowper
Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear The trumpet of contention.
William Cowper
As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon, So sophistry, cleaves close to, and protects Sin's rotten trunk, concealing its defects.
William Cowper
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.
William Cowper
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
William Cowper
Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others' bare.
William Cowper
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
William Cowper