"The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear."
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Edward Young quotes (page 8 of 12)
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"Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart."
"Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace."
"They most the world enjoy who least admire."
"But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl."
"Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone."
"A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?"
"A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt."
"O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone."
"Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour."
"The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze."
"The spirit walks of every day deceased."
"Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars."
"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."
"The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away."
"Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude."
"This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule; Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free."
"Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign."
"Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one."
"[The] public path of life Is dirty."