|Edward Young. (16831765) (continued)|
| Be wise with speed;|
A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
| Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282.|
| And waste their music on the savage race. 1|
| Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228.|
| For her own breakfast she ll project a scheme,|
Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
| Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190.|
| Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;|
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.
| Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208.|
| One to destroy is murder by the law,|
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
Wars glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
| Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55.|
| How commentators each dark passage shun,|
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
| Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97.|
| The man that makes a character makes foes.|
| To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28.|
| Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,|
And oftener changd their principles than shirt.
| To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277.|
| Accept a miracle instead of wit,|
See two dull lines with Stanhopes pencil writ.
| Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield.|
| Time elaborately thrown away.|
| The Last Day. Book i.|
| There buds the promise of celestial worth.|
| The Last Day. Book iii.|
| In records that defy the tooth of time.|
| The Statesmans Creed.|
| Great let me call him, for he conquered me.|
| The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1.|
| Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,|
With whom revenge is virtue.
| The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2.|