Edward Young

On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.

On the soft bed of luxury most kingdoms have expired.

He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
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He calls his wish, it comes; he sends it back,
And says he called another; that arrives,
Meets the same welcome; yet he still calls on;
Till one calls him, who varies not his call,
But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound,
Till Nature dies, and judgment sets him free;
A freedom far less welcome than this chain.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed

Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.

Thou art so witty, profligate and thin,
At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.