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Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.

Aaron Hill

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Aaron Hill
Age: 64 †
Born: 1685
Born: February 10
Died: 1750
Died: February 8
Essayist
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Sure
Cramps
Fear
Shun
Nature
Dwell
Soul
Realms
Men
Warm
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Glory
Ague
Passion
Cramp

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