Frases de Edward Young

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“Ninguém excede no ridículo um idiota que segue a moda, como outro que a repele.”

“A mulher desavergonhada é o pior dos homens.”

“Os remorsos suprem a justiça.”

“O hábito do vício atenua, mas nunca afoga inteiramente a voz dos remorsos.”

“Um tolo aos quarenta anos é realmente um tolo.”

“Este mundo é uma profecia de mundos que hão de vir.”

“None think the great unhappy but the great.”

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

“"I've lost a day!"—the prince who nobly cried,
Had been an emperor without his crown.”

“Beautiful as sweet!
And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
And gay as soft! and innocent as gay.”

“Tis impious in a good man to be sad”

“Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.”

“T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,—
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.”

“Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.”

“Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!”

“Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.”

“The man that blushes is not quite a brute.”

“Man makes a death which Nature never made.”

“Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven.”

“For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a strategem.”

“And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.”

“Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed:
Who does the best his circumstance allows
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.”

“Life is the desert, life the solitude;
Death joins us to the great majority.”

“We see time’s furrows on another’s brow,
And death intrench’d, preparing his assault;
How few themselves in that just mirror see!”

“Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.”

“Truth never was indebted to a lie.”

“How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.”

“A Christian is the highest style of man.”

“A soul without reflection, like a pile
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.”

“Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.”

“Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.”

“Friendship's the wine of life; but friendship new
(Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure.”

“Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.”

“An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of angels can't confine me there.”

“Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain;
And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.”