Edward Young

All men think all men mortal, but themselves.

All men think all men mortal, but themselves.

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.

Much learning shows how little mortals know:
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.

Much learning shows how little mortals know:
Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.

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.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.