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I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?

John Donne

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John Donne
Died: 1631
Died: March 31
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Very Rev. John Donne
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