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None think the great unhappy, but the great. ↗

— Edward Young

#none #think #unhappy

One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame. ↗

— Edward Young

#awe #destroy #fame #gives #glorious

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more. ↗

— Edward Young

#less #live #miracle #more #seems

The house of laughter makes a house of woe. ↗

— Edward Young

#laughter #makes #woe

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety. ↗

— Edward Young

#her #loves #maid #miracles #out

The man that blushes is not quite a brute. ↗

— Edward Young

#brute #man #quite

The man that makes a character, makes foes. ↗

— Edward Young

#foes #makes #man

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. ↗

— Edward Young

#admired #beyond #explained #logic #mystery

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness. ↗

— Edward Young

#shows #today #tomorrow #weakness

Too low they build who build below the skies. ↗

— Edward Young

#build #low #skies #too #who