Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
From William Cowper
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.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
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.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
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