Edward Young

1683 - 1765

A Quote by Edward Young on death and love

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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: Night Thoughts. Night v. 1. Line 1011.

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A Quote by Edward Young on death and heart

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 641.

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A Quote by Edward Young on astronomy and daughters

Devotion! daughter of astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: The Complaint: Night Thoughts. Night ix. 1. Line 769.

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A Quote by Edward Young

Forever most divinely in the wrong.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 1. 106.

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A Quote by Edward Young on angels and circumstances

Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly-angels could no more.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

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A Quote by Edward Young on angels, circumstances, deed, and purpose

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: Night Thoughts.

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A Quote by Edward Young on miracles

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 (1683 - 1765)

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A Quote by Edward Young on principles

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277.

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A Quote by Edward Young on promises and worth

There buds the promise of celestial worth.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: The Last Day. Book iii.

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A Quote by Edward Young on darkness

How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

Edward Young (1683 - 1765)

Source: Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97.

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