Maxioms by William Cowper
Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.
Man on the dubious waves of error toss'd.
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
Behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.
Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression read more
Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more!
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
But conversation, choose what theme we may,
And chiefly when religion leads the way,
Should flow, like read more
But conversation, choose what theme we may,
And chiefly when religion leads the way,
Should flow, like waters after summer show'rs,
Not as if raised by mere mechanic powers.