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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
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Months
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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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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Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
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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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Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
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Be wise with speed a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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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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They most the world enjoy who least admire.
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What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
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Man wants little, nor that little long.
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The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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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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Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly angels could no more.
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