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 YoungTo know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
Edward YoungWe see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Edward Young