Edward Young (3 July 1683 – 5 April 1765) was an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom. . . And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.
Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.