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The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.

Edmund Waller

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Edmund Waller
Age: 81 †
Born: 1606
Born: March 3
Died: 1687
Died: October 21
Poet
Politician
Writer
Coleshill
Buckinghamshire
Gentleman that loves the peace
True son of the Church of England and a lover of his countries liberty
Edmund Waller
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Moved
Savors
Hell
Blest
Friends
Zealous
Interest
Aiming
Fear
Moses
Soul
Paul
Much
Abandoned

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Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
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