Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour! Edward Young More Quotes by Edward Young More Quotes From Edward Young I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold. Edward Young june practice thinking We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry Edward Young smile dry mind Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide. Edward Young soul suicide wings When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees Edward Young autumn men fall Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there. Edward Young hate heart giving Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly. Edward Young splinters satire fame Nothing but what astonishes is true. Edward Young wonder We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe. Edward Young knows wonder believe What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection? Edward Young revenge honor self In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing. Edward Young esteem age life-is Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines. Edward Young comets prosperity shining When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair. Edward Young despair pain heaven 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 beam cutting sound Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly. Edward Young tempest feathers ocean Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs. Edward Young dust song lying Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one. Edward Young individuality book years Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled. Edward Young procrastination literature years Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid. Edward Young maids bombs soldier A dedication is a wooden leg. Edward Young dedication legs book [The] public path of life Is dirty. Edward Young path life-is dirty
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