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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
Fool
Idlers
Tomorrow
Reformation
Hold
Procrastination
Heaven
Mortal
Work
Fools
Men
Mortals
Reform
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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
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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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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
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Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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The man that makes a character, makes foes.
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Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
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Youth is not rich in time it may be poor Part with it as with money, sparing pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds they can tell.
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Pity swells the tide of love.
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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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Truth never was indebted to a lie
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Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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