To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun. — 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