Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
tyrants cain world
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.
believe wonder knows
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
age life-is esteem
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
song lying dust
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.
dark dull sun
However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.
death stars empires
Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
nature conscious
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
wise past heaven
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
pain men pleasure
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
unjust mercy
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
running hazards
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
birthday wise fortune-cookie
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
disappointment age youth
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
atheist believe night
By night an atheist half-believes in God.