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Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.

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Ben Jonson
Age: 65 †
Born: 1572
Born: June 21
Died: 1637
Died: August 6
Actor
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Writer
City of Westminster
Benjamin Jonson
Would
Bosoms
Publicly
Hypocrisy
Spread
Private
Whose
Upon
Heart
Bosom

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