Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
Edward YoungSome wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.
Edward YoungEach moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Edward Young