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The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.

A. E. Housman

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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
Classical Philologist
Classical Scholar
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University Teacher
Writer
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A. E. Housman
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All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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