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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Soul
Inhabitant
Without
Pile
Like
Ruin
Runs
Ruins
Reflection
Literature
Running

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