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Edward Young

In records that defy the tooth of time.
Edward Young time
Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
Edward Young great
Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority.
Edward Young life
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Edward Young children
The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
Edward Young will
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
Edward Young nature
The man that makes a character makes foes.
Edward Young man
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Edward Young faith
There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired.
Edward Young reason
Too low they build who build beneath the stars.
Edward Young stars
He weeps! the falling drop puts out the sun; He sighs! the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes. If in His love so terrible, what then His wrath inflamed?
Edward Young love
Accept a miracle instead of wit,— See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Edward Young hope
Time elaborately thrown away.
Edward Young time
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
Edward Young
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
Edward Young friend
When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.
Edward Young law
The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Edward Young love
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Edward Young learning
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Edward Young men
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
Edward Young tea
None think the great unhappy but the great.
Edward Young happy
Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Edward Young books
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven’s blessing thinks himself undone.
Edward Young self
Where Nature’s end of language is declin’d, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
Edward Young mind
Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Edward Young wise
And waste their music on the savage race.
Edward Young music
With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue, Forever most divinely in the wrong.
Edward Young divine
For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a strategem.
Edward Young wit
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Edward Young life
One to destroy, is murder by the law; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Edward Young art
How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Edward Young art
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Edward Young nature
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
Edward Young god
Creation sleeps! 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Edward Young life
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Edward Young time
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
Edward Young poor
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Edward Young angels
To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
Edward Young
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Edward Young peace
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer.
Edward Young madness
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Edward Young time
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Edward Young purpose
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
Edward Young men
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
Edward Young desire
And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
Edward Young death
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Edward Young purpose
"I've lost a day!"—the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.
Edward Young lost
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Edward Young self
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Edward Young comfort
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Edward Young spirit
Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
Edward Young death
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Edward Young war
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Edward Young past
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen’d to the sun.
Edward Young sun
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
Edward Young friend
Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new (Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure.
Edward Young life
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Edward Young light
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg’d beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Edward Young life
A death-bed ’s a detector of the heart.
Edward Young death
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Edward Young death
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other’s heel.
Edward Young love
Beautiful as sweet! And young as beautiful! and soft as young! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay.
Edward Young beautiful
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.
Edward Young love
Heaven’s Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight,—a naked human heart.
Edward Young art
The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.
Edward Young darkness
Man makes a death which Nature never made.
Edward Young death
And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Edward Young death
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
Edward Young men
Man wants little, nor that little long.
Edward Young want
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
Edward Young mercy
’Tis impious in a good man to be sad
Edward Young sad
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Edward Young man
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Edward Young live
By night an atheist half believes a God.
Edward Young believe
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Edward Young life
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Edward Young soul
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.
Edward Young heaven
We see time’s furrows on another’s brow, And death intrench’d, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Edward Young death
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Edward Young wishes
While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
Edward Young life
That life is long which answers life's great end.
Edward Young life
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Edward Young wisdom
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Edward Young love
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
Edward Young self
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt’s fall.
Edward Young men
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
Edward Young power
Much learning shows how little mortals know; Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
Edward Young joy
And all may do what has by man been done.
Edward Young man
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Edward Young man
What ardently we wish we soon believe.
Edward Young believe
Truth never was indebted to a lie.
Edward Young lie
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Edward Young heaven
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
Edward Young laughter
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Edward Young pain
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
Edward Young pain
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her plowshare o'er creation.
Edward Young creation
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,— Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
Edward Young man
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Edward Young
The course of Nature is the art of God.
Edward Young art
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
Edward Young men

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