English poet (1683-1765)
If he provokes a war, his empire shakes,
And all her lofty glories nod to ruin.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful, is man!...
Midway from nothing to the Deity!
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
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
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
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
The course of Nature is the art of God.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
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
Our thoughts are heard in heaven.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
EDWARD YOUNG
Busiris, King of Egypt: A Tragedy
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
Has the dark adder venom? So have I,
When trod upon.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
EDWARD YOUNG
A Vindication of Providence
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year:
Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Revenge
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.
EDWARD YOUNG
Night Thoughts
He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.
EDWARD YOUNG
Epistles to Pope
He that lives in perpetual suspicion lives the life of a sentinel--of a sentinel never relieved, whose business it is to look out for and expect an enemy, which is an evil not very far short of perishing by him.
EDWARD YOUNG
A Vindication of Providence; Or, A True Estimate of Human Life
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Centaur Not Fabulous
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd
Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers
Ten thousand fools, knaves, cowards, lump'd together,
Become all-wise, all-righteous, and all-mighty.
EDWARD YOUNG
The Brothers