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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
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the City
Home
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Nothing
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