We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Edward YoungYouth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
Edward YoungThe man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
Edward Young