Friendship’s the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure.

About Edward Young

Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts, a series of philosophical writings in blank verse, reflecting his state of mind following several bereavements. It was one of the most popular poems of the century, influencing Goethe and Edmund Burke, among many others, with its notable illustrations by William Blake.

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

Edward Young

English poet

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

Edward Young

English poet

One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, ‘War’s glorious art’, and gives immortal fame.

Edward Young

English poet

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Edward Young

English poet

By all means use some time to be alone.

Edward Young

English poet

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Edward Young

English poet

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

Edward Young

English poet

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

Edward Young

English poet

Wonder is involuntary praise.

Edward Young

English poet

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

Edward Young

English poet

A Christian is the highest style of man.

Edward Young

English poet

By night an atheist half believes in a God.

Edward Young

English poet

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

Edward Young

English poet

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Edward Young

English poet

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

Edward Young

English poet

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

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English poet

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

Edward Young

English poet

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Edward Young

English poet

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.

Edward Young

English poet

Too low they build who build below the skies.

Edward Young

English poet

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Edward Young

English poet

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Edward Young

English poet

Wishing of all employments is the worst.

Edward Young

English poet

Truth never was indebted to a lie.

Edward Young

English poet

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Edward Young

English poet

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.

Edward Young

English poet

The future… seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

Edward Young

English poet

Friendship’s the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure.

Edward Young

English poet

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

Edward Young

English poet

All men think all men mortal, but themselves.

Edward Young

English poet

They only babble who practise not reflection.

Edward Young

English poet

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Edward Young

English poet

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Edward Young

English poet

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

Edward Young

English poet

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Edward Young

English poet

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

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English poet

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Edward Young

English poet

The course of Nature is the art of God.

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English poet

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

Edward Young

English poet

Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

Edward Young

English poet

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Edward Young

English poet

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

Edward Young

English poet

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Edward Young

English poet

An angel’s arm can’t snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can’t confine me there.

Edward Young

English poet

Wise it is to comprehend the whole.

Edward Young

English poet