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When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Quits
Bless
Quitting
Despair
Heaven
Pain

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He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
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Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.
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The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
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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 of wisdom is the man of years.
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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.
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Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
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Pity swells the tide of love.
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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