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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Conceal
Talk
Language
Nature
Ends
Mind
Men

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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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