It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. – William Cowper
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. – William Cowper
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute on;
but I wish that I could get away
And go home to the village of Bruton. – William Cowper
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay. – William Cowper