Edward Young

Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?

Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup,
That runs for ages without winding up?

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.

Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

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.

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
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Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.