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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Home
Men
Wherewith
Builds
Provides
Pay
Wants
Running
Away

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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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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
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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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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
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Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
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What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
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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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The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free.
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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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Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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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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Day buries day month, month and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
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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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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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By all means use some time to be alone.
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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