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Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Inhumanity
Smiling
Cruelty
Caught
Men

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Praise, more divine than prayer prayer points our ready path to heaven praise is already there.
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Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
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