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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Proves
Disguise
Prove
Strength
Spirit
Shows
Great
Disdain
Manly

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