Quote #1
In records that defy the tooth of time.
More from Edward Young
- Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
- Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority.
- Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
- The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
- In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
- The man that makes a character makes foes.
- Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
- There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired.