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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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Sting
Effort
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Peace
Aim
Death
Honesty
Nature
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Consecrates

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