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The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.

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Aaron Hill
Age: 64 †
Born: 1685
Born: February 10
Died: 1750
Died: February 8
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Ideas
Heaviness
Men
Exaggerate
Equilibrium
Thus
Loses
Head
Sure
Idea

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