Edward Young Quotes - Page 7

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.

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.

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.

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.

Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

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.

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

A prince indebted is a fortune made.

Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.

Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.

This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

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!

When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.