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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Clouds
Seek
Wealth
Wisdom
May
Estates
Must
Sought
Titles
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The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
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A God alone can comprehend a God.
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Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
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