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The man that makes a character, makes foes.
Edward Young
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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.
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Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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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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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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Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
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What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind And while it satisfies, it censures too.
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