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They most the world enjoy who least admire.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Admire
Least
Enjoy
World

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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 qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.
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The soft whispers of the God in man.
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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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Read nature nature is a friend to truth.
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Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
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A land of levity is a land of guilt.
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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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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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The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
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Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
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Angels are men of a superior kind Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
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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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Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
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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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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, that my heart has bled.
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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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