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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....
• 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...
• 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...
• The man of wisdom is the man of years.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 775...
• Man wants but little, nor that little long.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iv, Line 118...
• Man makes a death which Nature never made.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iv, Line 15...
• 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...
• Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 661...