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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Gold
Groan
Misers
Weep
Bread

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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
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Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
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By night an atheist half-believes in God.
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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
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There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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The soft whispers of the God in man.
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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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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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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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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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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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Prayer ardent opens heaven.
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Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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The course of Nature is the art of God
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
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