Edward Young

Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume;
The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves.
Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound;
When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam;
Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.

Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
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One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.