Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
suicide procrastination blood
Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
procrastination men years
Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.
procrastination men heaven
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
wise procrastination next-day
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
procrastination men fool
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
man nor wants
Man wants but little; nor that little, long
love tides pity
Pity swells the tide of love.
love blow shining
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
alone fall last monuments shall virtue
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall
heart sting within
To ""leave a sting within a brother's heart
catch cold gets sit winter worth
Get up in the morning, catch the bus- you have to sit out there and wait. Then in the winter time, it gets cold and sit out there. It's not worth it in the end.
began believe chance courage develop fast fill gave glow happiness kinds limited looked mind placed rid tangled treating tried truths tune warm zeal
I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either. But when I placed myself in tune with what I believe to be the fundamental truths of life, when I began to develop my limited ability, to rid my mind of all kinds of tangled thoughts, and fill it with zeal and courage and love, when I gave myself a chance by treating myself decently and sensibly, I began to feel the stimulating, warm glow of happiness.
english-poet less seems thou
Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.
english-poet idlers
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.