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• Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Comus, Line 221...
• Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ix, Line 167...
• Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,-- An awful pause!
  prophetic of her end. -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 23...
• The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 55...
• All men think all men mortal but themselves.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 424...
• Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 390...
• Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 67...
• Procrastination is the thief of time.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 393...
• Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 1...