Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
Edward YoungInsatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Edward YoungLife's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Edward Young