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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
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Brave
None
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Bravery

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