Man maketh a death which Nature never made. – Edward Young
Friendships the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure. – Edward Young
Man maketh a death which Nature never made. – Edward Young
Friendships the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure. – Edward Young
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety. – Edward Young
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. – Edward Young