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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Virtue
Feature
Force
Tender
Around
Neck
Every
Necks
Features
Consecrating
Dignity
Dross
Gold
Pearl
Divine
Pearls

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