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The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Spirit
Every
Deceased
Walks

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The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death he walks with nature and her paths are peace.
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
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O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
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Day buries day month, month and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
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A God alone can comprehend a God.
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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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How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
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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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Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
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Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
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And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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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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How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
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