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Old men love novelties the last arriv'd Still pleases best the youngest steals their smiles.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Last
Steals
Stills
Youngest
Still
Pleases
Best
Smiles
Men
Novelty
Love
Stealing
Please
Lasts
Novelties

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They most the world enjoy who least admire.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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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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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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But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
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Affliction is the good man's shining scene prosperity conceals his brightest ray as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
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Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
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Wonder is involuntary praise.
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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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Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, That all men are about to live.
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