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Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
Playwright
Poet
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Barnstaple
Devon
Animal
Men
Beasts
Pet
Beast
Hunger
Kill
Pay
Industry

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