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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death he walks with nature and her paths are peace.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
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Honest
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Death
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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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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Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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The course of Nature is the art of God
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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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Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
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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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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
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When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
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Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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None think the great unhappy, but the great.
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Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.
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