Unlearned men of books assume the care, Edward Young More Quotes by Edward Young More Quotes From Edward Young We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too. Edward Young nameswishdream Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ. Edward Young miraclehopetwo An undevout astronomer is mad. Edward Young astronomersmad The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Edward Young he-manliteraturemen In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing. Edward Young agelife-isaction Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind. Edward Young languagemindmen The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. Edward Young bellslosstime We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see! Edward Young mirrorsjusticetime Time elaborately thrown away. Edward Young throwntime Nature delights in progress; in advance. Edward Young delightprogressnature Take God from nature, nothing great is left. Edward Young leftnature The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss. Edward Young literaturewisejoy Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there. Edward Young prayerpathheaven What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl! Edward Young neckspearlsgold Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. Edward Young angelpurposedoe Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more? Edward Young ifsknowsmight Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. Edward Young archermoonpeace The man that makes a character, makes foes. Edward Young he-mancharactermen The house of laughter makes a house of woe. Edward Young laughterhousehappiness Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion. Edward Young judgmentpassionweight
