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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
Nothing
Midway
Men
Abject
Deity
Deities
August
Wonderful
Rich
Poor
Complicate

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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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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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Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
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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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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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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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The purpose firm is equal to the deed
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But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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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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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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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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One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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Be wise with speed a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
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