Quote #19
With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue, Forever most divinely in the wrong.
More from Edward Young
- Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
- For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a strategem.
- Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
- Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
- The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
- One to destroy, is murder by the law; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious ar…
- None think the great unhappy but the great.
- Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!