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A Christian is the highest style of man.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Highest
Style
Christian
Men

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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
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Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.
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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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By all means use some time to be alone.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
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The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
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Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
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The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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The soft whispers of the God in man.
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Pity swells the tide of love.
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The spirit walks of every day deceased.
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