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Nature meant me A wife, a silly, harmless, household dove, Fond without art, and kind without deceit.

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
Silly
Meant
Wife
Art
Harmless
Nature
Dove
Without
Fond
Kind
Deceit
Household

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