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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
Soul
Children
Made
Revenge
Souls
Sun
Virtue
Fire

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