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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.

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
Mysterious
Perhaps
Littles
May
Mingled
Little
Writ
Much
Censure
Malice

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