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We're a rock group. We're noisy, rowdy, sensational and weird.
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Angus Young |
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The best AC/DC cover I've heard? There was an all-girl cover band in America, the Hell's Belles.
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Angus Young |
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A country is signally blessed above others, which can grow .
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Arthur Young |
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In records that defy the tooth of time.
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Edward Young |
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Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
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Edward Young |
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Life is the desert, life the solitude;Death joins us to the great majority.
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Edward Young |
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,With whom revenge is virtue.
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Edward Young |
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The blood will follow where the knife is driven,The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
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Edward Young |
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The man that makes a character makes foes.
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Edward Young |
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Accept a miracle instead of wit,--See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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Edward Young |
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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Edward Young |
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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Edward Young |
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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Edward Young |
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When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.
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Edward Young |
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The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
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Edward Young |
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Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,And think they grow immortal as they quote.
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Edward Young |
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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Edward Young |
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They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
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Edward Young |
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None think the great unhappy but the great.
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Edward Young |
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Unlearned men of books assume the care,As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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Edward Young |
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The booby father craves a booby son,And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
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Edward Young |
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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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Edward Young |
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Be wise with speed;A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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Edward Young |
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And waste their music on the savage race.
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Edward Young |
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With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue,Forever most divinely in the wrong.
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Edward Young |
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For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,Nor take her tea without a strategem.
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Edward Young |
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How commentators each dark passage shun,And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
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Edward Young |
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Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
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Edward Young |
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On reason build resolve,that column of true majesty in man.
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Edward Young |
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The bell strikes one. We take no note of timeBut from its loss.
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Edward Young |
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Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
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Edward Young |
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To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
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Edward Young |
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Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer.
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Edward Young |
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Procrastination is the thief of time.
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Edward Young |
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All men think all men mortal but themselves.
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Edward Young |
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He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
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Edward Young |
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And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
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Edward Young |
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I've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried,Had been an emperor without his crown.
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Edward Young |
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Ah, how unjust to Nature and himselfIs thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
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Edward Young |
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Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,Hell threatens.
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Edward Young |
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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Edward Young |
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'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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Edward Young |
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Thoughts shut up want air,And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Edward Young |
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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Edward Young |