God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. – 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
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home. – 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
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing. – William Cowper