Quotes About William Cowper

No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.

We bear our shades about us; self-deprived Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread, And range an Indian waste without a tree.

Unless a love of virtue light the flame, Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others' bare.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.