Edward Young Quotes - Page 4
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.