On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.
Edward Young (1683 - 1765)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
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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