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Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

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
Wit
Shining
Line
Lines
Cadence
Rugged
Shine
Harsh

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