We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
Edward YoungThe chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Edward YoungThe blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
Edward YoungTo know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
Edward YoungMan wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
Edward YoungIn an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
Edward Young