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One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Upham
Hampshire
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