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Man wants little, nor that little long.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Men
Wants
Littles
Little
Long

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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
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Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.
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Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
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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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The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
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Friendship's the wine of life.
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A dedication is a wooden leg.
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Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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The course of Nature is the art of God
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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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A land of levity is a land of guilt.
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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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Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
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Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
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One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
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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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