English poet (1683-1765)
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
EDWARD YOUNG
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Night Thoughts
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
EDWARD YOUNG
A Vindication of Providence
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows,
In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
EDWARD YOUNG
Love of Fame
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun,
Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end.
What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.
EDWARD YOUNG
Love of Fame: The Universal Passion in Seven Characteristical Satires
Death joins us to the great majority.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
Ten thousand fools, knaves, cowards, lump'd together,
Become all-wise, all-righteous, and all-mighty.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd
Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;
The Fool or Knave that wears a title, lies.
EDWARD YOUNG
Love of Fame: The Universal Passion in Seven Characteristical Satires
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor;
Part with it as with money, sparing; pay
No moment but in purchase of its worth,
And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Complaint, or Night-Thoughts on Life, Death & Immortality
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
O let me be undone the common way,
And have the common comfort to be pity'd,
And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss,
And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts on Life, Death and Immortality
Excellent creature! How my soul pants for thee!
EDWARD YOUNG
Busiris, King of Egypt: A Tragedy
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Centaur Not Fabulous
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts