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There Buds The Promise Of Celestial Worth. -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- The Last Day, Book Iii
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765)
-- The Last Day, Book iii
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Time elaborately thrown away. -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- The Last Day, Book i
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
-- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iii, Line 81...
And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 51...
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 180...
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 390...
A book worth banning is a book worth reading.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight,--a naked human heart.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iii, Line 226...
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iii, Line 63...
One day in Dipstick, Nebraska, or Landfill, Oklahoma, is worth more to me than an eternity in Dante's plastic Paradiso, or Yeats's gold-plated Byzantium.
-- Edward Abbey...