How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful is man! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! A frail child of dust!… — 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
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled. — Edward Young Copy Share
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
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
Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they… — Edward Young Copy Share
He that is ungrateful has no guilt but one; all other crimes may pass for virtues in him. — Edward Young Copy Share
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety. — Edward Young Copy Share
