Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
age action life-is
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
life sympathy death
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
life thinking years
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
life fear-of-death fears-of-life
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
life keys found
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
dirty path life-is
[The] public path of life Is dirty.
life sleep awful
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
life desire mourn
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
splinters fame satire
Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.
cutting sound beam
Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
book years individuality
Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one.
science deities evolution
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
sweet reason instinct
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.
fall men pyramids
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.