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 With fame, in just proportion, envy grows. Edward Young proportion envy fame The spirit walks of every day deceased. Edward Young deceased walks spirit Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast. Edward Young abundance discontent poor Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp. Edward Young shade shadow fame Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself. Edward Young nature conscious Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt. Edward Young guilt strong joy Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. Edward Young race men looks The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away. Edward Young home running men One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven. Edward Young eye heaven We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun. Edward Young time long thinking Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart? Edward Young smart brother heart O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone. Edward Young solitude soul thinking A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance? Edward Young doctors alternatives strange They most the world enjoy who least admire. Edward Young admire enjoy world Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace. Edward Young As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen. Edward Young oil razors pain Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart. Edward Young sight heart heaven Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. Edward Young backwards yesterday looks 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. Edward Young pain soul comfort A God alone can comprehend a God. Edward Young god
