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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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The course of Nature is the art of God.
Edward Young
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Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;And pyramids are pyramids in vales.Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;Her monuments shall last when Egypt’s fall.
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A God all mercy is a God unjust.
Edward Young -
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Edward Young -
With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue,Forever most divinely in the wrong.
Edward Young -
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himselfIs thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Edward Young -
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
Edward Young
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Thoughts shut up want air,And spoil, like bales unopen’d to the sun.
Edward Young -
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,In rayless majesty, now stretches forthHer leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
Edward Young -
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Edward Young -
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
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'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Edward Young
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Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
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On reason build resolve,that column of true majesty in man.
Edward Young -
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Edward Young -
There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired.
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By night an atheist half believes a God.
Edward Young -
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
Edward Young