Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl. — 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 Image
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image