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There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Upham
Hampshire
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