Date: 1744

"Has not each element, in turn, subscribed / The soul's high price, and sworn it to the wise?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"If not all-adamant, Lorenzo! hear: / All is delusion; Nature is wrapp'd up, / In tenfold night, from Reason's keenest eye; / There's no consistence, meaning, plan, or end / In all beneath the sun, in all above, / (As far as man can penetrate,) or heaven / Is an immense, inestimable prize; / Or a...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Is it in words to paint you? O ye fallen! / Fallen from the wings of Reason, and of Hope!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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

"In the coarse drudgeries and sinks of Sense, / Your souls have quite worn out the make of Heaven, / By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Can such a soul contract itself, to gripe / A point of no dimension, of no weight?"

— 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: 1744

"Life animal is nurtured by the sun; / Thrives on his bounties, triumphs in his beams. / Life rational subsists on higher food, / Triumphant in His beams who made the day."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Read and revere the sacred page; a page / Where triumphs Immortality; a page / Which not the whole creation could produce; / Which not the conflagration shall destroy; / In Nature's ruins not one letter lost: / 'Tis printed in the minds of gods for ever."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Reason is man's peculiar; Sense, the brute's. / The Present is the scanty realm of Sense; / The Future, Reason's empire unconfined."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)