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When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

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
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Feathered
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Melted
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Flakes
Love
Softly
Like
Tender
Spokes
Spoke
Fell

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