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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
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