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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.

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

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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
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Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
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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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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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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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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
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Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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A Christian is the highest style of man.
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The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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The soft whispers of the God in man.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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Angels are men of a superior kind Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
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A God alone can comprehend a God.
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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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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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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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