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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Edward Young
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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
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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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By all means use some time to be alone.
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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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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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A dedication is a wooden leg.
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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death he walks with nature and her paths are peace.
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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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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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Be wise with speed a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
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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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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me 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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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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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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