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The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad and these mixed everywhere.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
Politician
Satirist
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Andrew Marvell
Bears
Nations
Two
Good
Doth
World
Mixed
Bear
Everywhere

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