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Friendship's the wine of life.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Wine
Friendship
Real
Life

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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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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
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I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.
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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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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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Prayer ardent opens heaven.
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Affliction is the good man's shining scene prosperity conceals his brightest ray as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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Affliction is a good man's shining time.
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
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They most the world enjoy who least admire.
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