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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Society
Fiercely
Drives
Ruin
Ruins
Final
Finals
Creation

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