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• A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 641...
• Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 1011...
• Man makes a death which Nature never made.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iv, Line 15...
• And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 51...
• Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ii, Line 292...
• Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iii, Line 63...
• Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night ix, Line 167...
• Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night iii, Line 81...
• While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
  Our birth is nothing but our death begun....