Edward Young

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."

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear:
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A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear:
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

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

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

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.

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.