Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire. – Edward Young
The future… seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done. – Edward Young
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire. – Edward Young
The future… seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done. – Edward Young
Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth, how little wordings enjoy. – Edward Young
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. – Edward Young