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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
Nature
Draws
Men
Walks
Life
Honest
Consecrates
Path
Sting
Effort
Vigorous
Hours
Paths
Peace
Aim
Death
Honesty

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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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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
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Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
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By night an atheist half-believes in God.
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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
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Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
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