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• Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 112...
• A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 641...
• The spirit walks of every day deceased.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 180...
• He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 24...
• Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 334...
• Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 466...
• And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 51...
• Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 292...
• The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) -- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 55...