Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
dream pie long
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
men dust long
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
men long littles
Man wants little, nor that little long.
love long giving
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
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.
men conscience
The soft whispers of the God in man.
wise lying skills
A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
men caught cruelty
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
echoes whispering world
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
sweet quality body
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
hours eternity poor
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
race doe glory
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
hope two miracle
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
splinters fame satire
Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.