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Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Part
Meet
Peace

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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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None think the great unhappy, but the great.
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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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Be wise with speed a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss it breaks at every breeze.
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We nothing know, but what is marvellous Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
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Truth never was indebted to a lie
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What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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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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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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A God alone can comprehend a God.
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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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