We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile – The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry.
Edward Young
Profession: Poet
Nationality: British
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Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies.