Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate,… — Edward Young Copy Share
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled. — Edward Young Copy Share
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of… — Edward Young Copy Share
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 Copy Share
Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they… — Edward Young Copy Share
He that is ungrateful has no guilt but one; all other crimes may pass for virtues in him. — Edward Young Copy Share
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety. — Edward Young Copy Share
