We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more? — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment… — 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
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it,… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. — 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