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
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade! — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. — 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
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. — 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