Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire. — 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 leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the… — Edward Young Copy Share
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade! — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root. — 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
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