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If we from wealth to poverty descend, Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend.

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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Northamptonshire
Flatterer
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Poverty
Friend
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