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To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.

Charles Lamb

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Writer
London
England
Prerogatives
Monarchical
Prerogative
Sick
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