Edward Young

Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No…

— Edward Young

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

— Edward Young

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

— Edward Young

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

— Edward Young

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

— Edward Young

[The] public path of life Is dirty.

— Edward Young

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

— Edward Young

Too low they build who build below the skies.

— Edward Young

We are all born originals, why is it so many of us die copies?

— Edward Young

“By night an atheist half believes in God.”

— Edward Young

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than…

— Edward Young

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge…

— Edward Young

Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another…

— Edward Young

He that is ungrateful has no guilt but one; all other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

— Edward Young

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

— Edward Young

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

— Edward Young

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon…

— Edward Young

However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the…

— Edward Young

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

— Edward Young

Take God from nature, nothing great is left.

— Edward Young

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is…

— Edward Young

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

— Edward Young

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

— Edward Young

'T is impious in a good man to be sad.

— Edward Young

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in…

— Edward Young