Edward Joseph Young Quotes
What angels guard, no longer dare neglect,
Slighting thyself, affront not God's respect.
Edward Joseph Young
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A prince indebted is a fortune made.
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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful, is man!...
Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time
But from its loss. To give it then a tongue
Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke,
I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright,
It is the knell of my departed hours.
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Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.
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But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss,
Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures;
But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.
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Pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness soars
From blindness bold, and towering to the skies.
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Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine
To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
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If he provokes a war, his empire shakes,
And all her lofty glories nod to ruin.
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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, wealth may seek us; but wisdom must be sought.
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At thirty a man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;
At fifty chides his infamous delay,
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;
In all the magnanimity of thought
Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
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High stations tumult, but not bliss create;
None think the Great unhappy, but the Great.
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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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Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure?
When spirits ebb, when life's enchanting scenes
Their lustre lose, and lessen in our sight,
As lands and cities, with their glittering spires,
To the poor shatter'd bark by sudden storm
Thrown off to sea, and soon to perish there?
Will toys amuse? No: thrones will then be toys,
And earth and skies seem dust upon the scale.
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To Virtue's humblest son let none prefer
Vice, tho' descended from the Conqueror.
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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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Can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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Yet man, fool man! here buries all his thoughts;
Inters celestial hopes without one sigh.
Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon,
Here pinions all his wishes.
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Ocean into tempest wrought,
To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
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