Edward Young ( 10 of 57 )
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.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, read more
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,
That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin.
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.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
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?
