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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Edward Young
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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
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