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The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Builds
Provides
Pay
Wants
Running
Away
Home
Men
Wherewith

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