Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude. Edward Young More Quotes by Edward Young More Quotes From Edward Young A God alone can comprehend a God. Edward Young god 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 godjoyinspire 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 proudchurchway 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 envycomfortway When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more. Edward Young torcheslightmen 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 lastsexcellencefirsts A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt. Edward Young vengeancetyrantsguilt 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 angelwisetime Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. Edward Young traininglearningthinking 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 atlasleisuretyrants 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 tieshappinessmen 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 sunskymen Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign. Edward Young vainidiotdisease Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat. Edward Young portraitstyrantsdeath Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles. Edward Young noveltylastsmen 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 knivestearsblood 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 passioneyetaken Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths. Edward Young monthslife-isyears Live now; be damn'd hereafter. Edward Young hereafterdamn
