Edward Young Quotes

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

Live now; be damn'd hereafter.

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.

Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.

One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.

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.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Wonder is involuntary praise.

How science dwindles, and how volumes swell, How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun!

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

A Christian is the highest style of man.

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.

Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

The person of wisdom is the person of years.

Friendship's the wine of life.

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

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

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.

And all may do what has by man been done.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

He sins against this life, who slights the next.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

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

A land of levity is a land of guilt.

A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

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

We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields

Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.

In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.

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

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.