William Cowper

Domestic happiness, thou only bliss of Paradise that has survived the fall!

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.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.