Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day. — William Cowper
But what is truth? ‘Twas Pilate’s question put To Truth itself, that deign’d him no reply. — William Cowper
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze. — William Cowper
Necessity invented stools, Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs, And luxury the accomplish’d Sofa — William Cowper
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. — William Cowper