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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Edward Young
2.
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Edward Young
3.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
Edward Young
4.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Edward Young
5.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Edward Young
6.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
Edward Young
7.
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
Edward Young
8.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Edward Young
9.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Edward Young
10.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
Edward Young
11.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
Edward Young
12.
'T is impious in a good man to be sad.
Edward Young
13.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
Edward Young
14.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Edward Young
15.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Edward Young
16.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Edward Young
17.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
Edward Young
18.
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.
Edward Young
19.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Edward Young
20.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Edward Young
21.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
Edward Young
22.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.
Edward Young
23.
Truth never was indebted to a lie
Edward Young
24.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed
Edward Young
25.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Edward Young
26.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Edward Young
27.
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Edward Young
28.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Edward Young
29.
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
30.
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?
Edward Young
31.
The course of Nature is the art of God
Edward Young
32.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Edward Young
33.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Edward Young
34.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
Edward Young
35.
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.
Edward Young
36.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Edward Young
37.
Unlearned men of books assume the care,
As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Edward Young
38.
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Edward Young
39.
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Edward Young
40.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Edward Young
41.
Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
Edward Young
42.
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.
Edward Young
43.
A prince indebted is a fortune made.
Edward Young
44.
Pity swells the tide of love.
Edward Young
45.
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
Edward Young
46.
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!
Edward Young
47.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Edward Young
48.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Edward Young
49.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
Edward Young
50.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Edward Young
