Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind. — 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
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As… — Edward Young Copy Share Image
This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man?… — 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
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! — 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
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