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What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind And while it satisfies, it censures too.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Censure
Implicit
Reproach
Satire
Miracle
Mankind
Censures
Satisfies

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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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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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Prayer ardent opens heaven.
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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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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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A dedication is a wooden leg.
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Affliction is the good man's shining scene prosperity conceals his brightest ray as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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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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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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Angels are men of a superior kind Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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