William Cowper

A story, in which native humour reigns,
Is often useful, always entertains;
A graver fact, enlisted on read more

A story, in which native humour reigns,
Is often useful, always entertains;
A graver fact, enlisted on your side,
May furnish illustration, well applied;
But sedentary weavers of long tales
Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails.

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

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

But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
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But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre he that runs may read.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will,--and wisdom finds a way.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will,--and wisdom finds a way.

Now let us sing, long live the king.

Now let us sing, long live the king.