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What I have left is from my native spring I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

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
Native
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Spring
Left
Stills
Swells
Still
Scorn
Heart
Banks
Lifts

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