Edward Young
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.Collection: Stars
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.Collection: Hope
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.Collection: Dream
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!Collection: Science
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.Collection: Wise
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.Collection: Echoes
There buds the promise of celestial worth.Collection: Promise
A land of levity is a land of guilt.Collection: Land
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.Collection: Men
Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.Collection: Men
Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?Collection: Might
The person of wisdom is the person of years.Collection: Years
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!Collection: Gold
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!Collection: Beautiful
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.Collection: Sweet
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!Collection: Nature
It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!Collection: Daughter
Prayer ardent opens heaven.Collection: Prayer
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.Collection: Peace
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.Collection: Night
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.Collection: Men
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.Collection: Stars
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.Collection: Disease
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.Collection: Envy
This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.Collection: Strong
And all may do what has by man been done.Collection: Inspirational
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.Collection: Shadow
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.Collection: Life
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.Collection: Strength
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.Collection: Men
They build too low who build beneath the skies.Collection: Ambition
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.Collection: Soldier
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.Collection: Age
A dedication is a wooden leg.Collection: Book
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.Collection: Ocean
I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.Collection: Thinking
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dryCollection: Smile
[The] public path of life Is dirty.Collection: Dirty
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.Collection: Envy
The spirit walks of every day deceased.Collection: Spirit
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.Collection: Running
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.Collection: Hate
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.Collection: Procrastination
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.Collection: Thinking
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.Collection: Pain
A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?Collection: Doctors
Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.Collection: Shining
They most the world enjoy who least admire.Collection: World