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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Hazards
Friend
Worth
Literature
Running

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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
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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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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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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
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Man wants little, nor that little long.
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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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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.
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