Edward Young Quotes (140 Quotes)

Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts noblyangels could no more.

Can wealth give happiness Look round and see What gay distress what splendid misery Whatever fortunes lavishly can pour, The mind annihilates, and calls for more.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

Wishing of all employments is the worst.

Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.

What is this world Thy school, O misery Our only lesson is to learn to suffer.

For who does nothing with a better grace.

Learning makes a man fit company for himself.

Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

Time wasted is existence used is life.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

Forever most divinely in the wrong.

It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Devotion daughter of astronomy An undevout astronomer is mad.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

By night an atheist half believes a God.

Insatiate archer could not one suffice Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

In records that defy the tooth of time.

Time elaborately thrown away.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

All men think all men mortal, but themselves.

By all means use some time to be alone.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

Wise it is to comprehend the whole.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

Sorrow's best antidote is employment.

Prayer ardent opens heaven.

By night an atheist half believes in a God.

On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.

Man wants but little nor that little, long.

Procrastination is the thief of time Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her plowshare oer creation.