Date: 1745

"Tis the cradle of the Soul, / From Instinct sent, to rock her in disease, / Which her physician, Reason, will not cure."

— 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: 1745

"Give Pleasure's name to nought but what has pass'd / Th' authentic seal of Reason, (which, like Yorke, / Demurs on what it passes,) and defies / The tooth of Time; when pass'd, a pleasure still; / Dearer on trial, lovelier for its age, / And doubly to be prized, as it promotes / Our future, whil...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"His understanding 'scapes the common cloud / Of fumes arising from a boiling breast."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Each act, each thought, he questions, "What its weight, / Its colour what, a thousand ages hence?" / And what it there appears, he deems it now. / Hence, pure are the recesses of his soul; / The god-like man has nothing to conceal."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)