Quote #39
Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new (Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure.
More from Edward Young
- A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
- How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
- Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
- The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
- 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
- A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.
- Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
- Virtue alone has majesty in death.