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He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

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
Seeming
Escapade
Every
Horse
Flew
Rider
Forward
Loose
Survey
Pride
Quit
Sprung
Hand
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Pressing
Stills
Bounds
Surveys
Still
Ground

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