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Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality

Aphra Behn

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Aphra Behn
Age: 49 †
Born: 1640
Born: January 1
Died: 1689
Died: April 16
Dramatist
Feminist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Writer
Kent
England
Astrea
Afra Behn
Aphra Johnson
Lying
Enough
Never
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Defence
Mortality
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