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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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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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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
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The soft whispers of the God in man.
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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A land of levity is a land of guilt.
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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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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
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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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The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
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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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The man that makes a character, makes foes.
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.
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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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