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.
Edward Young (1683 - 1765)
Source: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 212.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority.
Source: The Revenge, Act IV
That life is long which answers life's great end.
Source: Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 773.
We take no note of Time But from its Loss.
Source: The Complaint: Night Thoughts. Night i. 1. Line 18.
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.
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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