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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Edward Young

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

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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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By night an atheist half-believes in God.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.
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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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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
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Man wants little, nor that little long.
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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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Friendship's the wine of life.
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Be wise to-day 't is madness to defer.
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What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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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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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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