What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Edward Young (1683 - 1765)
Contributed by: Zaady
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Source: Night Thoughts. Night
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Source: Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 1. 86.
The man that makes a character makes foes.
Source: To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28.
The soft whispers of the God in man.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Source: The Complaint: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 18.
None think the great unhappy but the great.
Source: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Source: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 212.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
Source: The Complaint: Night Thoughts. Night viii. 1. Line 1276.
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