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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Grain
Thrive
Sense
Without
Impudence
Good
Knaves
Men
Starve
Boldness
Bold

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