Edward Young Art Quotations

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.

The course of Nature is the art of God

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

Not all the pride of beauty; Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt: All these possessed are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart.

Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

To ""leave a sting within a brother's heart