Quote

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

William Cowper

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
Hymnwriter
Poet
Poet Lawyer
Translator
Writer
Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
Bud
Bitter
Flower
Taste
Sweet
May

More quotes by William Cowper

Image
And, of all lies (be that one poet's boast) / The lie that flatters I abhor the most.
William Cowper
Image
Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry enjoy'd at home, An Nature, in her cultivated trim Dress'ed to his taste, inviting him abroad - Can he want occupation who has these?
William Cowper
Image
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow.
William Cowper
Image
Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
William Cowper
Image
Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
William Cowper
Image
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
William Cowper
Image
I am out of humanity's reach.
William Cowper
Image
The man that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man.
William Cowper
Image
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.
William Cowper
Image
He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
William Cowper
Image
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
William Cowper
Image
Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry-- Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.
William Cowper
Image
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.
William Cowper
Image
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrowed one from art.
William Cowper
Image
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!
William Cowper
Image
The solemn fop significant and budge A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge
William Cowper
Image
But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
William Cowper
Image
The mind, relaxing into needful sport, Should turn to writers of an abler sort, Whose wit well managed, and whose classic style, Give truth a lustre, and make wisdom smile.
William Cowper
Image
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
Image
The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave) There and there only, is the power to save.
William Cowper