It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. – William Cowper
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? – William Cowper
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. – William Cowper
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? – William Cowper
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. – William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper