Edward Young

Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new
(Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

One to destroy, is murder by the law;
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

In records that defy the tooth of time.

He weeps! the falling drop puts out the sun; He sighs! the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes. If in His love so terrible, what then His wrath inflamed?

Life is the desert, life the solitude;
Death joins us to the great majority.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

None think the great unhappy but the great.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

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