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Pleasure never comes sincere to man but lent by heaven upon hard usury.

John Dryden

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John Dryden
Age: 68 †
Born: 1631
Born: August 7
Died: 1700
Died: May 12
Hymnwriter
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Aldwincle
Northamptonshire
Heaven
Upon
Comes
Hard
Never
Usury
Men
Lent
Sincere
Pleasure

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