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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
Bread
Gold
Groan
Misers
Weep

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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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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.
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Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
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Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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