Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
Not to understand a treasure’s worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is. – William Cowper
War is a game which were their subjects wise, kings would not play at. – William Cowper
Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected — for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected? – William Cowper