Edward Young

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
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I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.

Then lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade,
Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity!
How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

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.