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The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Walks
Quite
Verge
Heaven
Meets
Common
Chamber
Good
Virtuous
Men
Fate
Life
Walk
Beyond

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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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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
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They most the world enjoy who least admire.
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When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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