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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Poet
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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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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.
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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.
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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.
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Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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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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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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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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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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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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