The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life! — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut,… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
“Think naught a trifle, though it small appear: Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. ” — Edward Young Copy Share Image
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of… — 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
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and… — 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