A Quote by William Cowper

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. — © William Cowper
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.
Just to settle it once and for all: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The egg, laid by a bird that was not a chicken.
This is all me. That's why all my products come in this dragon egg literally 'cause I'm like, I laid an egg for you, girl. Every little last detail is so Nikita and extra and wild. I'm creating things I've always wanted to see in the beauty industry.
Any pleasure that would keep you from Christ is a sinful pleasure that will doubtless cause you anguish, heartache, tears and remorse.
Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.
The egg, you see, is a very sexy thing. Egg is like birth. Eggshell is sexy. Egg yolk is definitely sexy. Oh, I love egg.
The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
I think you can fairly say I spawned or laid an egg that has turned into a lifestyle industry.
It was not curiosity that killed the goose who laid the golden egg, but an insatiable greed that devoured common sense.
Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg, by the side of which more will be laid.
Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy.
Bashfulness may sometimes exclude pleasure, but seldom opens any avenue to sorrow or remorse.
Every hen thinks she has laid the best egg! Can we not all believe as we choose? But the choice of others - what is that to us? Let them alone.
Your mind is a your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
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