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The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.

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
Breaths
Straighten
Never
Blow
Enlarge
Conscious
Blew
Afraid
Winds
Lungs
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Moderation
Joy
Charge
Knew
Breath
Faintly
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