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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Satire
Weakness
Tomorrow
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The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.
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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss it breaks at every breeze.
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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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Wonder is involuntary praise.
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There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.
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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
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The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
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By night an atheist half-believes in God.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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