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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

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
Sought
Along
Went
Thought
Whistled
Unknowing

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