Edward Young Quotes & Sayings

Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon. — Edward Young

A dedication is a wooden leg. — Edward Young

How science dwindles, and how volumes swell,
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun! — Edward Young

Live now; be damn'd hereafter. — Edward Young

Mine is the night, with all her stars. — Edward Young

A friend is worth all hazards we can run. — Edward Young

Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly. — Edward Young

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. — Edward Young

Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart. — Edward Young

Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale? — Edward Young

It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength. — Edward Young

They most the world enjoy who least admire. — Edward Young

The person of wisdom is the person of years. — Edward Young

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. — Edward Young

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

Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ. — Edward Young

[The] public path of life Is dirty. — Edward Young

I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either. — Edward Young

Man maketh a death which Nature never made. — Edward Young

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, /And think they grow immortal as they quote. — Edward Young

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. — Edward Young

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour! — Edward Young

A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does. — Edward Young

Midway from Nothing to the Deity! — Edward Young

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation. — Edward Young

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay! — Edward Young

Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. — Edward Young

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy. — Edward Young

Nothing but what astonishes is true. — Edward Young

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

A Christian is the highest style of man. — Edward Young

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. — Edward Young

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there. — Edward Young

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

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires. — Edward Young

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees — Edward Young

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

Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad. — Edward Young

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. — Edward Young

Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly. — Edward Young

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer. — Edward Young

At thirty a man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;
At fifty chides his infamous delay,
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;
In all the magnanimity of thought
Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same. — Edward Young

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun. — Edward Young

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home. — Edward Young

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

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance? — Edward Young

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more. — Edward Young

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

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. — Edward Young

What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl! — Edward Young

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. — Edward Young

Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs. — Edward Young

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see! — Edward Young

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. — Edward Young

In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor. — Edward Young

Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself. — Edward Young

Friendship is the wine of life. — Edward Young

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven. — Edward Young

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. — Edward Young

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth. — Edward Young

What most we wish, with ease we fancy near. — Edward Young

What ardently we wish, we soon believe. — Edward Young

Take God from nature, nothing great is left. — Edward Young

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

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

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows. — Edward Young

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry — Edward Young

A foe to God was never true friend to man — Edward Young

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part. — Edward Young

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. — 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 swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up
and we are gone. — Edward Young

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

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich. — Edward Young

Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines. — Edward Young

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit. — Edward Young

All men think all men mortal, but themselves. — Edward Young

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. — Edward Young

Men before you have quit smoking - you can too! — Edward Young

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. — Edward Young

The course of Nature is the art of God. — Edward Young

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue. — 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

The house of laughter makes a house of woe. — Edward Young

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

An undevout astronomer is mad. — Edward Young

Affliction is a good man's shining time. — Edward Young

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold. — Edward Young

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

We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too. — Edward Young

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, or servile grandeur, there. — Edward Young

Man wants little, nor that little long. — Edward Young

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind. — Edward Young

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart. — Edward Young

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

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing. — Edward Young

The man that makes a character, makes foes. — Edward Young

Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part. — Edward Young

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven. — Edward Young

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe. — Edward Young