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The course of Nature is the art of God

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Upham
Hampshire
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When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
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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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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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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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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind And while it satisfies, it censures too.
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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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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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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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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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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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