Quote #35
Remorse, the fatal egg by Pleasure laid.
More from William Cowper
- Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
- How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!
- Low ambition and the thirst of praise.
- No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest, Till half mankind were like himself possess'd.
- Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
- 'Tis hard if all is false that I advance, A fool must now and then be right by chance.
- Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
- He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own.