Edward Young

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.

Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.

Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it read more

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.

'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.

'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.