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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Made
Revenge
Souls
Sun
Virtue
Fire
Soul
Children

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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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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
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The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss it breaks at every breeze.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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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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Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
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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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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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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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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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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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We push time from us, and we wish him back * * * * * * Life we think long and short death seek and shun.
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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