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Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Well
Gods
Servile
Giving
Satisfaction
Indulgent
Heart
Scene
Bred
Mind
Poverty
Serene
Hate
Grandeur
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Smiling
Care
Splendid
Wells
Range
Guiltless

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