"How blessings brighten as they take their flight."
"Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths."
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Source: Edward Young (1798). “The Works of Edward Young ...: In Three Volumes. To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author”, p.223
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