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Nature delights in progress in advance.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Delights
Advance
Delight
Progress
Nature

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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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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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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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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death he walks with nature and her paths are peace.
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When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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Truth never was indebted to a lie
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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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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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
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