Edward Young

Nothing but what astonishes is true.

Nothing but what astonishes is true.

Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?

Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?

Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed,
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded, shine read more

Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed,
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold;
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?

Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.