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Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

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
Life
Civilities
Civility
Strife
Shame
Soon
Sweet
Taught
Love

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