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The soft whispers of the God in man.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Whispers
Soft
Conscience
Men

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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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Day buries day month, month and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Be wise with speed a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly angels could no more.
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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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He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
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A dedication is a wooden leg.
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss it breaks at every breeze.
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Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
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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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Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
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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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