Edward Young


English Poet best known for "Night Thoughts"

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The spider's most attenuated thread is cord, is cable to man's tender tie on earthly bliss - it breaks at every breeze.

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.

Thought in the mind may come forth gold or dross; when coined in words, we know its real worth.

To leave a sting within a brother's heart.

Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids: her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.

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

When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

With you own heart confer; and dread even there to find a flatterer.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

Thoughts shut up want air, and spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.

To murder thousands takes a specious name.

Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures; that life is long which answers life's great end.

What is station high? 'Tis a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; it begs an alms of homage from the throng, and oft the throng denies its charity.

When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn.

Why all this toil for the triumphs of an hour?

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

The stars have fought their battles leagued with man.

They build too low who build beneath the skies.

Thy pleasure points the shaft, and bends the bow; the cluster lasts, or bids it brightly glow.

To patchwork learn'd quotations are allied, both strive to make our poverty our pride.

Virtue, our present peace, our future prize, man's unprecarious, natural estate, improvable at will, in virtue lies; its tenure sure; its income is divine.

What is this world? thy school, O Misery!

When women sue, they sue to be denied.

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English Poet best known for "Night Thoughts"