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
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity! — 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
There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad. — 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
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom… — 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
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue. — 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
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live." — Edward Young Copy Share Image
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from… — 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
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