Edward Young Quotes

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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

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Death! Great proprietor of all! 'Tis thine
To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.

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While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.

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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.

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Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.

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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!

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He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

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But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

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What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.

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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! Insect infinite! A worm! A God!

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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.

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Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.

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Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?

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The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

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Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

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Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

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Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

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Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

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However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.

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The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

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Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?

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In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.

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Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.

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Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

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This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

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