Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
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.
friendship
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
strong wine lost-friendship
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
inspirational sweet flow
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
peace archer moon
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
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.
father son blessing
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
stars night men
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
dignity ends boast
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.