William Cowper ( 10 of 184 )
How various his employments whom the world
Calls idle; and who justly in return
Esteems that busy read more
How various his employments whom the world
Calls idle; and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too!
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always read more
The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what read more
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what you have left.
God made the country and man made the town.
God made the country and man made the town.
The sinews of affairs are cut.
The sinews of affairs are cut.
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into read more
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
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Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!
