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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
Nature
Delights
Advance
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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
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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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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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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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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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Wonder is involuntary praise.
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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
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Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!
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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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By all means use some time to be alone.
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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.
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