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I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

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
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Littles
Slain
Little
Bleed
Wounded
Determination
Lays
Rise
Fight
Fighting

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