Date: 1743

"And is devotion virtue? 'Tis compell'd: / What heart of stone but glows at thoughts like these?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"The beam dim Reason sheds shows wonders there; / What high contents, illustrious faculties!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Beyond long ages, yet roll'd up in shades / Unpierced by bold Conjecture's keenest ray, / What evolutions of surprising fate!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend; / The conscious Moon, through every distant age,/ Has held a lamp to Wisdom, and let fall / On Contemplation's eye her purging ray."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"All the live-long night, / Rigid in thought, and motionless, he stands; / Nor quits his theme or posture till the sun / (Rude drunkard! rising rosy from the main) / Disturbs his nobler intellectual beam, / And gives him to the tumult of the world."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Thought borrows light elsewhere; from that first fire, / Fountain of animation, whence descends / Urania, my celestial guest!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"I'll range the plenteous intellectual field; / And gather every thought of sovereign power, / To chase the moral maladies of man; / Thoughts which may bear transplanting to the skies, / Though natives of this coarse penurious soil; / Nor wholly wither there, where seraphs sing, / Refined, exalte...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Calamities are friends: as glaring day / Of these unnumber'd lustres robs our sight, / Prosperity puts out unnumber'd thoughts / Of import high, and light Divine, to man."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords / Light, but not heat; it leaves you undevout, / Frozen at heart, while speculation shines."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Still spread a healing mist before the mind; / And lest we err by Wit's wild dancing light, / Secure us kindly in our native night."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)