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 A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires. Edward Young god joy inspire Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one. Edward Young proud church way O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too! Edward Young envy comfort way When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more. Edward Young torches light men Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit. Edward Young lasts excellence firsts A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt. Edward Young vengeance tyrants guilt 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. Edward Young angel wise time Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. Edward Young training learning thinking Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. Edward Young atlas leisure tyrants The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze. Edward Young ties happiness men Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude. Edward Young empires gratitude giving This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing. Edward Young sun sky men Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign. Edward Young vain idiot disease Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat. Edward Young portraits tyrants death Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles. Edward Young novelty lasts men Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. Edward Young men The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. Edward Young knives tears blood Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart. Edward Young passion eye taken Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths. Edward Young months life-is years Live now; be damn'd hereafter. Edward Young hereafter damn
