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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
Final
Finals
Creation
Society
Fiercely
Drives
Ruin
Ruins

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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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