No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road. — William Cowper
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrowed one from art. — William Cowper
Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought. — William Cowper
All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine. — William Cowper
Where penury is felt the thought is chain’d, And sweet colloquial pleasures are but few. — William Cowper