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Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Work
Fools
Men
Mortals
Reform
Lays
Fool
Idlers
Tomorrow
Reformation
Hold
Procrastination
Heaven
Mortal

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