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• Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
  -- Edward Young (1684-1765) - Night Thoughts, Night v, Line 661...
• When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Song, From Juvenile Poem...
• And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Ill Ome...
• Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and du
  Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days....
• BODY-SNATCHER, n. A robber of grave-worms. One who supplies the young physicians with that with which the old physicians have supplied the undertaker.
  The hyena. "One night," a doctor said, "last fall, I and my comrades, four in all, When visiting a graveyard stood Within the shadow of a wall....
• The moon looks On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- While gazing on the Moon's Ligh...
• We all like praise, but a hike in our pay is the best kind of ways.
• Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...