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Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
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Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Edward Young
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Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed:Who does the best his circumstance allowsDoes well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Edward Young -
At thirty, 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 thoughtResolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Edward Young -
The course of Nature is the art of God.
Edward Young -
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
Edward Young -
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Edward Young -
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.
Edward Young
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Ah, how unjust to Nature and himselfIs thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
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 -
Thoughts shut up want air,And spoil, like bales unopen’d to the sun.
Edward Young -
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
Edward Young -
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,In rayless majesty, now stretches forthHer leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
Edward Young
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Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Edward Young -
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Edward Young -
There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired.
Edward Young -
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
Edward Young -
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Edward Young -
By night an atheist half believes a God.
Edward Young