William Cowper

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

I would not enter on my list of friends_x000D_ _x000D_ (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense,_x000D_ _x000D_ Yet wanting sensibility) the man_x000D_ _x000D_ Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show_x000D_ _x000D_ That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.