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Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.

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John Fletcher
Age: 45 †
Born: 1579
Born: November 30
Died: 1625
Died: August 1
Dramatist
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Rye
East Sussex
Lasts
Fairs
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Sadness
Gentlest
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Winged
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Woe
Grief
Mourn
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Wound
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