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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Elaborately
Thrown
Away
Time

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Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
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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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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
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Man wants little, nor that little long.
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Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
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The man that makes a character, makes foes.
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Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.
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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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Friendship's the wine of life.
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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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