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When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

William Danby, Edward Young (1832). “Extracts from Young's Night thoughts, with observations upon them”, p.102

Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

Edward Young (1822). “The Complaint; Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality ... To which is Added, A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job”, p.115

Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.

Edward Young, Sir Herbert Croft, Sir Herbert Croft (5th bart), Samuel Johnson (1822). “The Poems of Edward Young ...”, p.222

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

Edward Young, Charles Edward DE COETLOGON (1793). “Night thoughts on life death and immortality ... to which are added the life of the author and a paraphrase on part of the Book of Job”, p.105

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

Edward Young, Dr. Doran (John) (1854). “Imperium Pelagi, a naval lyric. Epistles to Mr. Pope, concerning the authors of the age. Sea-piece. The foreign address; or the best argument for peace. Epitaph on Lord Aubrey Beauclerk. Reflections on the public situation of the kingdom. An epistle to the right hon. Sir Robert Walpole. The old man's relapse. Resignation. Tragedies. Prose works”, p.263

Nothing but what astonishes is true.

Edward Young, George Gilfillan (1853). “Night Thoughts”, p.280

However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.

Edward Young, John Doran (1854). “The complete works, poetry and prose, of ... Edward Young. Revised [by J. Nichols]. To which is prefixed, a life of the author, by J. Doran”, p.564

Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.

Edward Young, Charles Edward DE COETLOGON (1793). “Night thoughts on life death and immortality ... to which are added the life of the author and a paraphrase on part of the Book of Job”, p.8

In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.

Edward Young, John Mitford (1852). “The poetical works of Edward Young”, p.159

Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.

Edward Young, Charles Edward DE COETLOGON (1793). “Night thoughts on life death and immortality ... to which are added the life of the author and a paraphrase on part of the Book of Job”, p.25

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

Edward Young (1811). “The Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young”, p.226

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

Edward Young (1813). “The Complaint; Or, Night Thoughts”, p.283

Midway from Nothing to the Deity!

Edward Young (1851). “Night thoughts on life, death and immortality: With a memoir of the author, a critical view of his writings, and explanatory notes”, p.77

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

John Milton, Edward Young, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, William Collins (1836). “The Poetical Works of Milton, Young, Gray, Beattie, and Collins”

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

Edward Young (1824). “The Complaint; Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality”, p.227

There buds the promise of celestial worth.

Edward Young, Charles Edward DE COETLOGON (1803). “Night Thoughts ... With notes ... by the Rev. C. E. de Coetlogon ... To which are added the author's poem on the Last Day, the paraphrase on part of the Book of Job [with other poems], and his life”, p.410

A land of levity is a land of guilt.

Edward Young, Charles Edward DE COETLOGON (1793). “Night thoughts on life death and immortality ... to which are added the life of the author and a paraphrase on part of the Book of Job”, p.155

A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

Edward Young, John Doran, James Nichols (1854). “The Complete Works, Poetry and Prose of the Rev. Edward Young, LL.D.: Revised and Collated with the Earliest Editions. To which is Prefixed A Life of the Author”, p.160

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

Edward Young (1760). “The complaint: or, Night-thoughts on life, death, and immortality. By E. Young”, p.4