Quotes from Night-Thoughts — Edward Young
1683–1765 England
67 quotes
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd;
He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
By night an atheist half believes a God.
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
What ardently we wish we soon believe.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other’s heel.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Edward Young (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.