Quote #14
And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary!
More from William Cowper
- Toll for the brave - The brave! that are no more; All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore!
- Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.
- Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a luster, he that runs may read.
- Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away.
- An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
- Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry - Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.
- I believe no man was ever scolded out of his sins.
- Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.