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Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Edward Young
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Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
Edward Young
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Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
Edward Young
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The bell strikes one. We take no note of timeBut from its loss.
Edward Young
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The man that makes a character makes foes.
Edward Young
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Thoughts shut up want air,And spoil, like bales unopen’d to the sun.
Edward Young
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Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,In rayless majesty, now stretches forthHer leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
Edward Young
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Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,Hell threatens.
Edward Young
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Final Ruin fiercely drivesHer plowshare o'er creation.
Edward Young
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On reason build resolve,that column of true majesty in man.
Edward Young
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The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Edward Young
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Much learning shows how little mortals know;Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
Edward Young
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Too low they build who build beneath the stars.
Edward Young
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Accept a miracle instead of wit,-See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Edward Young
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Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
Edward Young
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He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
Edward Young
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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Edward Young
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Beautiful as sweet!And young as beautiful! and soft as young!And gay as soft! and innocent as gay.
Edward Young
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How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Edward Young
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Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
Edward Young
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Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Edward Young
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A Christian is the highest style of man.
Edward Young
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For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,Nor take her tea without a strategem.
Edward Young
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Ah! what is human life?How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade,Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd!The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth;Too subtle is the movement to be seen;Yet soon the hour is up-and we are gone.
Edward Young
