Edward Young

Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."

Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."

What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.

What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff,
But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.