A Quote by Edward Young

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too. — © Edward Young
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
When you have gained a victory, do not push it too far; 'tis sufficient to let the company and your adversary see 'tis in your power but that you are too generous to make use of it.
When any opinion leads us into absurdities, 'tis certainly false; but 'tis not certain an opinion is false, because 'tis of dangerous consequence.
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.
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.
'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!
Tis a principle of war that when you can use the lightning, 'tis better than cannon.
Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.
'Tis not the eating, nor 'tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess.
Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.
Tis the motive exalts the action; 'Tis the doing, and not the deed.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
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