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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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Upham
Hampshire
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
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Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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Praise, more divine than prayer prayer points our ready path to heaven praise is already there.
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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A God alone can comprehend a God.
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But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
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When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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