Edward Young Quotes - Page 3

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.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

A God alone can comprehend a God.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.

We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields

Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.

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.

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.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

Friendship's the wine of life.

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!