Edward Young

Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
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Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

What folly can be ranker. Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."

Amid my list of blessings infinite,
Stands this the foremost, "That my heart has bled."

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.