Edward Young Quotes

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We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.

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We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

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Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.

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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.

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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

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Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul. Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

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Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.

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Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

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We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.

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In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

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A Star His Dwelling pointed out below: Ye Pleiades! Arcturus! Mazaroth! And thou, Orion! of still keener Eye! Say, ye, who guide the Wilder'd in the Waves, And bring them out of Tempest into Port!

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As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

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Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

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Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.

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We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

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Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.

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The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

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When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.

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A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

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Has Matter innate Motion? Then each Atom, Asserting its indisputable Right To dance, would form an Universe of Dust: Has Matter none? Then whence these glorious Forms, And boundless Flights, from Shapeless, and Repos'd?

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