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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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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Thinking
Mountain
Life
Small
Year
Though
Trifle
Moments
Naught
Years
Trifles
Make
Stands
Think
Appear

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