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?

Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
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Man wants but little, nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

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.

Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

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.