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| Edward Young. (16831765) (continued) |
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| 3357 |
Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. |
| Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282. |
| 3358 |
| And waste their music on the savage race. 1 |
| Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228. |
| 3359 |
For her own breakfast she ll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem. |
| Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190. |
| 3360 |
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. |
| 3361 |
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. |
| 3362 |
How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. |
| Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97. |
| 3363 |
| The man that makes a character makes foes. |
| To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28. |
| 3364 |
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener changd their principles than shirt. |
| To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277. |
| 3365 |
Accept a miracle instead of wit, See two dull lines with Stanhopes pencil writ. |
| Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield. |
| 3366 |
| Time elaborately thrown away. |
| The Last Day. Book i. |
| 3367 |
| There buds the promise of celestial worth. |
| The Last Day. Book iii. |
| 3368 |
| In records that defy the tooth of time. |
| The Statesmans Creed. |
| 3369 |
| Great let me call him, for he conquered me. |
| The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 3370 |
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. |
| The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2. |