William Cowper

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

. . . glory built
On selfish principles is shame and guilt.

Hast thou not learn'd what thou art often told,
A truth still sacred, and believed of old,
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Hast thou not learn'd what thou art often told,
A truth still sacred, and believed of old,
That no success attends on spears and swords
Unblest, and that the battle is the Lord's?

The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased read more

The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]

Exactness is the sublimity of fools.
[Fr., L'exactitude est le sublime des sots.]