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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
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Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
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Silent
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Nets
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