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Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

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
Sleeps
Fancy
Dreams
Sleep
Interludes
Makes
Mimic
Dream
Monarch
Reason
Monarchs
Wakes

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