Date: 1742

"Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven, / By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? / By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified? / Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Darkness has more divinity for me: / It strikes thought inward; it drives back the soul / To settle on herself, our point supreme! / There lies our theatre; there sits our judge."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Dearly pays the soul / For lodging ill; too dearly rents her clay."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"When against Reason Riot shuts the door, / And Gaiety supplies the place of Sense, / Then foremost, at the banquet and the ball, / Death leads the dance, or stamps the deadly die."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"By toys entangled, or in guilt bemired, / [Ambition] turns a curse; it is our chain and scourge / In this dark dungeon, where confined we lie, / Close-grated by the sordid bars of sense; / All prospect of eternity shut out; / And, but for execution, ne'er set free."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"In senses, which inherit earth and heavens; / Enjoy the various riches Nature yields; / Far nobler! give the riches they enjoy; / Give taste to fruits, and harmony to groves, / Their radiant beams to gold, and gold's bright sire; / Take-in, at once, the landscape of the world, / At a small inlet...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743, 1745

"From the court-mint, of hearts the current coin / The pulpit presses, but the pattern drives."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"These claims to joy (if mortals joy might claim) / Will cost him many a sigh, till time, and pains, / From the slow mistress of this school, Experience, / And her assistant, pausing, pale Distrust, / Purchase a dear-bought clue to lead his youth / Through serpentine obliquities of life, / And th...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Imagination is the Paphian shop, / Where feeble Happiness, like Vulcan, lame, / Bids foul Ideas, in their dark recess, / And hot as hell, (which kindled the black fires,) / With wanton art, those fatal arrows form / Which murder all thy time, health, wealth, and fame."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1759

"The minds of the Schoolmen were almost as much cloistered as their bodies; they had but little learning, and few books."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)