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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
Nothing
Believe
Marvellous
Wonder

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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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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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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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Youth is not rich in time it may be poor Part with it as with money, sparing pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds they can tell.
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
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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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By night an atheist half-believes in God.
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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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Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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Wonder is involuntary praise.
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