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Day buries day month, month and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Months
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Life
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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave legions of angels can't confine me there.
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
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Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
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Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
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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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