We take no note of Time But from its Loss.
Edward Young (1683 - 1765)
Source: The Complaint: Night Thoughts. Night i. 1. Line 18.
Contributed by: Zaady
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Source: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51.
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.
Source: Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 104.
On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
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.
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
Source: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147.
They build too low who build beneath the skies.
A God all mercy, is a God unjust.
Source: Night Thoughts. Night iv. 1. Line 233.
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