Edward Young - Night-Thoughts (1710)

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Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed:
Who does the best his circumstance allows
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

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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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Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

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The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.

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Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself
That hideous sight,—a naked human heart.

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

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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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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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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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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