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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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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Rich
Poor
Complicate
Nothing
Midway
Men
Abject
Deity
Deities
August
Wonderful

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Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
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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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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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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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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
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Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.
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Prayer ardent opens heaven.
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The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
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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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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.
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