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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 14f2925 | Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,And think they grow immortal as they quote. | Edward Young | ||
| 0fb09bd | Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;The fool or knave that wears a title lies. | Edward Young | ||
| fc0232e | They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,Produce their debt instead of their discharge. | Edward Young | ||
| c84a258 | None think the great unhappy but the great. | Edward Young | ||
| 3cdc107 | Unlearned men of books assume the care,As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair. | Edward Young | ||
| cfe6e07 | The booby father craves a booby son,And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. | Edward Young | ||
| 49e10e2 | Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,And men talk only to conceal the mind. | Edward Young | ||
| 4b905f3 | Be wise with speed;A fool at forty is a fool indeed. | Edward Young | ||
| dee1676 | And waste their music on the savage race. | Edward Young | ||
| a06025e | There is a rhythm to the ending... | Erica Jong | ||
| f32e3b8 | With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue,Forever most divinely in the wrong. | Edward Young | ||
| 11259f5 | For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,Nor take her tea without a strategem. | Edward Young | ||
| a72d386 | How commentators each dark passage shun,And hold their farthing candle to the sun. | Edward Young | ||
| 70622cf | Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! | Edward Young | ||
| 52a5155 | On reason build resolve,that column of true majesty in man. | Edward Young | ||
| 8675a6b | The bell strikes one. We take no note of timeBut from its loss. | Edward Young | ||
| 224346f | Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. | Edward Young | ||
| bf1052b | To waft a feather or to drown a fly. | Edward Young | ||
| b45aec9 | Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. | Edward Young | ||
| 838698e | Procrastination is the thief of time. | Edward Young | ||
| 6500d89 | All men think all men mortal but themselves. | Edward Young | ||
| 2828d81 | He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. | Edward Young | ||
| 6ae4f47 | And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell. | Edward Young | ||
| eec1a6e | I've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried,Had been an emperor without his crown. | Edward Young | ||
| a0019e9 | Ah, how unjust to Nature and himselfIs thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! | Edward Young | ||
| 964e901 | Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,Hell threatens. | Edward Young | ||
| 873016d | Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. | Edward Young | ||
| 13d8f8c | 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,And ask them what report they bore to heaven. | Edward Young | ||
| 6e513f8 | Thoughts shut up want air,And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. | Edward Young | ||
| f087f12 | A friend is worth all hazards we can run. | Edward Young | ||
| 3502d02 | How blessings brighten as they take their flight! | Edward Young | ||
| 542461d | A death-bed 's a detector of the heart. | Edward Young | ||
| 4db509e | Virtue alone has majesty in death. | Edward Young | ||
| 536e569 | Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;They love a train, they tread each other's heel. | Edward Young | ||
| a5bed69 | Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,--a naked human heart. | Edward Young | ||
| 0619ca7 | life is most enjoy'd when courted least, most worth, when disesteemed,... | Edward Young | ||
| a5fb19f | Man makes a death which Nature never made. | Edward Young | ||
| ce60a5a | And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. | Edward Young | ||
| 310032a | Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. | Edward Young | ||
| 8e8f974 | Man wants little, nor that little long. | Edward Young | ||
| 4766a1a | A God all mercy is a God unjust. | Edward Young | ||
| 8d3a919 | 'Tis impious in a good man to be sad | Edward Young | ||
| 108c314 | A Christian is the highest style of man. | Edward Young | ||
| 6c4b218 | Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. | Edward Young |