Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid.
William Cowper (1731 - 1800)
Source: Progress of Error
Contributed by: Zaady
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
'Tis hard if all is false that I advance A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
The sounding jargon of the schools.
Source: Truth. Line 367.
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.
He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own.
Source: Conversation. Line 121.
Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Source: The Winter Walk at Noon
Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.
Source: Table Talk. Line 690.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
Source: Conversation. Line 251.
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