Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Edward YoungTomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
Edward YoungEach moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Edward Young