3 December 2020 Edward Young Friendship’s the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure.
3 December 2020 Edward Young There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
3 December 2020 Edward Young The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
3 December 2020 Edward Young Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
3 December 2020 Edward Young One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, ‘War’s glorious art’, and gives immortal fame.
3 December 2020 Edward Young The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
3 December 2020 Edward Young The future… seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
3 December 2020 Edward Young The weak have remedies, the wise have joys superior wisdom is superior bliss.
3 December 2020 Edward Young Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
3 December 2020 Edward Young Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
3 December 2020 Edward Young Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
