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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

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
Fool
Laughing
Jove
Love
Perjury
Life
Endures
Laughs
Ties
Endure
Lovers

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