Edward Young
Edward Young
Edward Youngwas an English poet, best remembered for Night-Thoughts...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 July 1683
wise lying skills
A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
birthday wise fortune-cookie
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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.
wise time angel
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
wise madness being-wise
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
wise joy bliss
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
wise honesty lying
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
wise past heaven
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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.
song lying dust
Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.
men conscience
The soft whispers of the God in man.
men caught cruelty
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
echoes whispering world
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
sweet quality body
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.