Edward Young Quotes

In records that defy the tooth of time.

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.

’Tis impious in a good man to be sad

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other’s heel.

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

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

Menunda-nunda itu ibarat seorang pencuri waktu

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

But if an Original, by being as excellent, as new, adds admiration to surprize, then we are at the writer's mercy; on the strong wing of his imagination, we are snatched from Britain to Italy, from climate to climate, from pleasure to pleasure; we have no home, no thought, of our own; till the magician drops his pen: And then falling down into ourselves, we awake to flat realities, lamenting the change, like the beggar who dreamt himself a prince.

With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue,
Forever most divinely in the wrong.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.