Edward Young Quotes
1683–1765 England
Edward Young (c. 3 July 1683 – April 5, 1765) was an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts.
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Also known as: Young, Edward
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Or, gazing by pale lamps on high-born dust
In vaults; thin courts of poor unflattered kings.
Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene; Resumes them, to prepare us for the next.
High stations, tumult, but not bliss, create;
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Love of Fame (1725)
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Night-Thoughts (1742)
Who does the best that circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly, angels could no more.
As soon as man, expert from time, has found
The key of life, it opes the gates of death.
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
Love of Fame (1725)
Who borrow much, then fairly make it known,
And damn it with improvements of their own.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
Who does the best his circumstance allows
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven’s blessing thinks himself undone.
Love of Fame (1725)
For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a strategem.
Love of Fame (1725)
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Love of Fame (1725)
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?
Where Nature’s end of language is declin’d,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.
Love of Fame (1725)
What is a miracle?—'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.
Accept a miracle instead of wit,—
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
If you resent, and wish a woman ill,
But turn her o’er one moment to her will.