Quote

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Edward Young

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Cold
Reign
Practice
Tunes
Fevers
Though
Sickness
Fever
Known
Parks
June
Take
Opera
Tune
Think
Lady
Bold
Thinking
Loves
Midnight
Perhaps
Park

More quotes by Edward Young

Image
None think the great unhappy, but the great.
Edward Young
Image
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
Edward Young
Image
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Edward Young
Image
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Edward Young
Image
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Edward Young
Image
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
Edward Young
Image
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
Edward Young
Image
Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
Edward Young
Image
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
Edward Young
Image
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Edward Young
Image
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Edward Young
Image
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
Edward Young
Image
This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
Edward Young
Image
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Edward Young
Image
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Edward Young
Image
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Edward Young
Image
Angels are men of a superior kind Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
Edward Young
Image
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Edward Young
Image
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
Edward Young
Image
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Edward Young