The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world’s applause. — Edward Young
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale? — Edward Young
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength. — Edward Young
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, “that my heart has bled.” — Edward Young