 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes
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Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour?
What, though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame?
Earth's highest station ends in, “Here he lies:”
And “Dust to dust” concludes her noblest song.
If this song lives, posterity shall know
One, though in Britain born, with courtiers bred,
Who thought e'en gold might come a day too late;
Nor on his subtle death-bed plann'd his scheme
For future vacancies in Church or State;
Some avocation deeming it—to die;
Unbit by rage canine of dying rich;
Guilt's blunder, and the loudest laugh of hell!
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes
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