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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Blessing
Bled
Infinite
Amid
Heart
Foremost
Blessings
List
Lists
Stands
Gratitude

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Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
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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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Affliction is a good man's shining time.
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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
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Be wise with speed a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death he walks with nature and her paths are peace.
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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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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
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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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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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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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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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