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The course of Nature is the art of God

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
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Art
Nature

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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
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Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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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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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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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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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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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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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.
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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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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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