Man makes a death, which nature never made.
Night iv. Line 118.
Man wants but little, nor that little long.
Night v. Line 775.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps.
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.