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Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
Politician
Satirist
Writer
Andrew Marvell
First
Preservation
Great
Creatures
Men
Except
Law
Fear
Nature
Firsts
Doth
Self
Awe

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