Quotes from Edward Young

Pity swells the tide of love.

Truth never was indebted to a lie

Read nature nature is a friend to truth.

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

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?

Man wants little, nor that little long.

As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

The soft whispers of the God in man.

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

Whate'er th' Almighty's subsequent command, His first command is this - "Man, love thyself."

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

None think the great unhappy but the great.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."

Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.

By night an atheist half believes in a God.