Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause. — 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