A Quote by Edward Young

In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor. — © Edward Young
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Ocean waters..oceans deep..Serious poets never sleep.
God of deep waters and infinite riches, challenge me to go where I fear, to do what is difficult and what I thought could never be done. Push me to go to the deep waters of life and cast my net wide, for I put all my hope, trust and faith in you.
In deep waters, you encounter only the wise and the brave; in shallow waters, the ignorant and the coward!
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I'm an ocean, because I'm really deep. If you search deep enough you can find rare exotic treasures.
If there are singles who find the waters of singleness dark and deep, who feel, 'I sink in deep waters; the billows go over my head; all his waves go over me,' this is my message to you concerning singleness: Be of good cheer, my brother, my sister; I feel the bottom, and it is good.
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
Its from the deep waters that we come. And we are heartfelt and treacherous like those waters. We come with an unflinching devotion to the mystical and to God - representing life and embracing death.
It’s terrible to lie in chains, To rot in dungeon deep, But it’s still worse, when you are free To sleep, and sleep, and sleep.
I die in sleep, and sleep is death and death is unknown, and unknown is God.
Perhaps I am meant to swim in deep waters.... better deep than shallow!
God quickened in the Sea and in the Rivers, So many fishes of so many features, That in the waters we may see all Creatures; Even all that on the earth is to be found,! As if the world were in deep waters drowned.
I can take hardship. I can sleep on the cold floor anytime. I can also sleep on a feather bed.
Somewhere in the midst of smudgy maps, following waters, surviving the storms, & deep, deep digging.. treasure is found.
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
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