Quote #4

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

More from Edward Young

  1. Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority.
  2. The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
  3. Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
  4. In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
  5. In records that defy the tooth of time.
  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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