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The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
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Always
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Epigrams
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Sting
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Tail
Felt
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Bees
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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
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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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A Christian is the highest style of man.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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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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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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Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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Nature delights in progress in advance.
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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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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
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Pity swells the tide of love.
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The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.
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Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
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Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.
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