A Quote by Edward Young

Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.

Edward Young

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Alone Comfort Elevate Emptiness Fill Immortality Life Only Pains Soul Tis

Quote Author

Edward Young
English - Poet
July 3, 1683 - April 5, 1765

Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.

Philip James Bailey

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William C. Bryant

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John Suckling

Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!

John Godfrey Saxe

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Charles Dickens

Tis not the fairest form that holds The mildest, purest soul within; 'Tis not the richest plant that holds The sweetest fragrance in.

Charles G. Dawes

Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 'Tis sweet to know that Thou art near; Am I with dread of justice tried, 'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.

James Edmeston

When any opinion leads us into absurdities, 'tis certainly false; but 'tis not certain an opinion is false, because 'tis of dangerous consequence.

David Hume

The Devil can so completely assume the human form, when he wants to deceive us, that we may well lie with what seems to be a woman, of real flesh and blood, and yet all the while 'tis only the Devil in the shape of a woman. 'Tis the same with women, who may think that a man is in bed with them, yet 'tis only the Devil; and...the result of this connection is oftentimes an imp of darkness, half mortal, half devil.

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Tis the only comfort of the miserable to have partners in their woes.

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.