English poet (1683-1765)
Pride, like hooded hawks, in darkness soars
From blindness bold, and towering to the skies.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
When men of infamy to grandeur soar,
They light a torch to show their shame the more.
EDWARD YOUNG
Love of Fame: The Universal Passion in Seven Characteristical Satires
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
EDWARD YOUNG
A Vindication of Providence
The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart:
The proud to gain it toils on toils endure,
The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
EDWARD YOUNG
Love of Fame: The Universal Passion in Seven Characteristical Satires
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
EDWARD YOUNG
Busiris, King of Egypt: A Tragedy
At thirty a man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;
At fifty chides his infamous delay,
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;
In all the magnanimity of thought
Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful, is man!...
Midway from nothing to the Deity!
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
Our thoughts are heard in heaven.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
Procrastination is the thief of time.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Complaint, or Night-Thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd
Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
The course of Nature is the art of God.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure?
When spirits ebb, when life's enchanting scenes
Their lustre lose, and lessen in our sight,
As lands and cities, with their glittering spires,
To the poor shatter'd bark by sudden storm
Thrown off to sea, and soon to perish there?
Will toys amuse? No: thrones will then be toys,
And earth and skies seem dust upon the scale.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor;
Part with it as with money, sparing; pay
No moment but in purchase of its worth,
And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Complaint, or Night-Thoughts on Life, Death & Immortality
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
O let me be undone the common way,
And have the common comfort to be pity'd,
And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss,
And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
Has the dark adder venom? So have I,
When trod upon.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year:
Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge