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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
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Upham
Hampshire
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Vigorous
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Peace
Aim
Death
Honesty
Nature
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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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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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