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Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering, Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.

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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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
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Fishes
Damn
Red
Flesh
Neither
Middle
Herring
Way
Steering

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