More specifically concerning: edward young
august thirst
3 August 2024, around 13.49.
If Wisdom is our Lesson (and what else Ennobles Man? what else have Angels learn’d?), Grief! more Proficients in thy School are made, Than Genius, or proud Learning, e’er could boast. Voracious Learning, often over-fed, Digests not into Sense her motley Meal. This Book-Case, with dark booty almost burst, This Forager on others Wisdom, leaves […]
lunatic
11 August 2024, around 20.40.
Night is fair virtue’s immemorial friend; The conscious moon, through every distant age, Has held a lamp to wisdom, and let fall, On contemplation’s eye, her purging ray. (V.177–180) * * * Were moon, and stars, for villains only made? To guide, yet screen them, with tenebrious light? (IX.964f.) —Edward Young (Night Thoughts)1)Consistency, hobgoblins, etc. [↩]
with reverence be it spoken
12 November 2024, around 14.47.
Young was a poet; poets, with reverence be it spoken, do not make the best parents. Fancy and imagination seldom deign to stoop from their heights; always stoop unwillingly to the low level of common duties. Aloof from vulgar life, they pursue their rapid flight beyond the ken of mortals, and descend not to earth […]