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
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
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour? — 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
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
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart? — 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