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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Train
Woes
Love
Clusters
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Woe
Heels
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A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
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