And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
William CowperYe fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
William CowperMy soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
William Cowper'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
William Cowper