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Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.

Francis Beaumont

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Francis Beaumont
Age: 31 †
Born: 1584
Born: January 1
Died: 1615
Died: March 6
Actor
Dramatist
Playwright
Poet
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Leicestershire
England
Francis Beaumont the Younger
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