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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
Mind
Men
Conceal
Talk
Language
Nature
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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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