William Cowper

The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That read more

The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws
With magic wand. So potent is the spell,
That none decoy'd into that fatal ring,
Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early gray, but never wise.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and read more

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

Though peace be made, yet it's interest that keep peace.

Though peace be made, yet it's interest that keep peace.