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Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.

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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Wise
Ambush
Firsts
Bets
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Spiders
Like
Flies
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