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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Marvellous
Wonder
Nothing
Believe

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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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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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Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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A Christian is the highest style of man.
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Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly angels could no more.
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Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.
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The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss it breaks at every breeze.
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Wonder is involuntary praise.
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
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Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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