Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise Edward Young More Quotes by Edward Young More Quotes From Edward Young [The] public path of life Is dirty. Edward Young pathlife-isdirty With fame, in just proportion, envy grows. Edward Young proportionenvyfame The spirit walks of every day deceased. Edward Young deceasedwalksspirit Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast. Edward Young abundancediscontentpoor 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 shadeshadowfame Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself. Edward Young natureconscious Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt. Edward Young guiltstrongjoy Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. Edward Young racemenlooks The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away. Edward Young homerunningmen One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven. Edward Young eyeheaven We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun. Edward Young timelongthinking Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart? Edward Young smartbrotherheart 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 solitudesoulthinking A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance? Edward Young doctorsalternativesstrange They most the world enjoy who least admire. Edward Young admireenjoyworld 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 oilrazorspain Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart. Edward Young sightheartheaven Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. Edward Young backwardsyesterdaylooks 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 painsoulcomfort
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