William Cowper Quotes - Page 7
I have a kitten,the drollest of all creatures that ever wore a cat's skin.
Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.
No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.
Some to the fascination of a name, Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
