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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Body
Perseveres
Persevere
Breaking
Shame
Death
Spirit

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