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Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.

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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Northamptonshire
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Outward

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