Quote #36
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
More from Edward Young
- Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
- Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
- Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
- A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
- Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
- Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new (Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure.
- Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
- How blessings brighten as they take their flight!