Quote #8

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

More from Edward Young

  1. The man that makes a character makes foes.
  2. There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired.
  3. In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
  4. When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.
  5. The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
  6. The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
  7. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
  8. Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

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