Quote #2

Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

More from Edward Young

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

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