Date: 1745

"Conscience, her first law broken, wounded lies; / Enfeebled, lifeless, impotent to good; / A feign'd affection bounds her utmost power."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"A soul in commerce with her God is heaven; / Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life; / The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Go, fix some weighty truth; / Chain down some passion; do some generous good; / Teach Ignorance to see, or Grief to smile; / Correct thy friend; befriend thy greatest foe; / Or, with warm heart, and confidence Divine, / Spring up, and lay strong hold on Him who made thee."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"'Tis Pride, or Emptiness, applies the straw / That tickles little minds to mirth effuse; / Of grief approaching, the portentous sign!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Follow Nature still, / But look it be thine own: is Conscience then / No part of Nature? Is she not supreme? / Thou regicide! O raise her from the dead!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"The joys of sense to mental joys are mean: / Sense on the present only feeds; the soul / On past and future forages for joy."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Could human courts take vengeance on the mind, / Axes might rust, and racks and gibbets fall: / Guard then thy mind, and leave the rest to fate."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Imagination wanders far afield."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Tis the cradle of the Soul, / From Instinct sent, to rock her in disease, / Which her physician, Reason, will not cure."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"With inward eyes, and silent as the grave, / They stand collecting every beam of thought, / Till their hearts kindle with Divine delight; / For all their thoughts, like angels seen of old / In Israel's dream, come from, and go to, heaven."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)