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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Wells
Hypocrisy
Well
Fairs
Looks
Fair
Plump
Every
Smile
Vein
Men
Lived
Venom
Knew
Foam
Upon
Veins
Look
Feds

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