Death! great proprietor of all! ’tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. — Edward Young
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile – The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry — Edward Young
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home. — Edward Young
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths. — Edward Young