Edward Young Quotes

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O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!

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We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields

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The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

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Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.

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The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

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The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."

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Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

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Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.

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There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

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Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.

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Distinguisht Link in Being's endless Chain!
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!

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Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure?

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A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

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Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.

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How distant some of these nocturnal Suns? So distant (says the Sage) 'twere not absurd To doubt, if Beams, set out at Nature's Birth, Are yet arriv'd at this so foreign World...

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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.

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Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

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Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.

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Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

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Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

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Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?

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I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

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Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.

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The course of nature governs all! The course of nature is the heart of God. The miracles thou call'st for, this attest; For say, could nature nature's course control? But miracles apart, who sees Him not?

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