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• While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
  Our birth is nothing but our death begun....
• Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 466...
• T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 376...
• By night an atheist half believes a God.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 177...
• Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 1011...
• That life is long which answers life's great end.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 773...
• The man of wisdom is the man of years.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 775...
• And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Young May Moo...
• Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 600...