Date: 1744

"And are you, too, convinced your souls fly off / In exhalation soft, and die in air, / From the full flood of evidence against you?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Eternity's vast ocean lies before thee; / There, there, Lorenzo, thy Clarissa sails. / Give thy mind sea-room; keep it wide of earth, / That rock of souls immortal; cut thy cord; / Weigh anchor; spread thy sails; call every wind; / Eye thy great Pole-star; make the land of life."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"All, more or less, against each other dash, / To mutual hurt by gusts of passion driven, / And suffering more from Folly than from Fate."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"With aspect mild, and elevated eye, / Behold him seated on a mount serene, / Above the fogs of Sense, and Passion's storm: / All the black cares and tumults of this life, / Like harmless thunders breaking at his feet, / Excite his pity, not impair his peace."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"His understanding 'scapes the common cloud / Of fumes arising from a boiling breast."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)