
poet
, best remembered for Night Thoughts
.
He was the son of Edward Young, later Dean of Salisbury
, and was born at his father's rectory
at Upham
, near Winchester, where he was baptized on 3 July 1683. He was educated at Winchester College
, and matriculated in 1702 at New College, Oxford
. He later moved to Corpus Christi
, and in 1708 was nominated by Archbishop Tenison
to a law fellowship at All Souls
. He took his degree of D.C.L.
in 1719.
His first publication was an Epistle to ...
Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
Life is the desert, life the solitude;Death joins us to the great majority.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,With whom revenge is virtue.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
The man that makes a character makes foes.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
There is something in Poetry beyond Prose-reason; there are Mysteries in it not to be explained, but admired.
When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.
The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.