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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
World
Admire
Least
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What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
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When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
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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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Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
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Men are but men we did not make ourselves.
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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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 man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
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It is great and manly to disdain disguise it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
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One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
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Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
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He sins against this life, who slights the next.
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The soft whispers of the God in man.
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It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
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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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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
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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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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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