Edward Young Quotations | Page 3

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

Take God from nature, nothing great is left.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.