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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

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
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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
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Mute
Creation
Skies
Eyes
Bend
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Earthly
Beholds
Mother
Motherhood
Aloft
Looks
Ten
Erected
Men
Thus
Downward
Sky
Hereditary

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