Quotes from Edward Young

On the soft bed of luxury, most kingdoms have expired.

The man who builds, and lacks where with to pay, provides a home from which to run away.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; sands make the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles, life. Your care to trifles give, else you may die ere you have learned to live.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Like our shadows,Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,In rayless majesty, now stretches forthHer leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

By night an atheist half believes a God.

One to destroy, is murder by the law;And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;To murder thousands takes a specious name,War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

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

Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.