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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Edward Young
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault How few themselves in that just mirror see.
Edward Young
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Edward Young
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Edward Young
Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
Edward Young
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Edward Young
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Edward Young
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.
Edward Young
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.
Edward Young
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her plowshare oer creation.
Edward Young
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause.
Edward Young
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Edward Young
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Edward Young
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.
Edward Young
They only babble who practise not reflection.
Edward Young
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Edward Young
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
Edward Young
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Edward Young
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Edward Young
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Edward Young
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.
Edward Young
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Edward Young
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