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If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.

John Gay

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Barnstaple
Devon
Care
Dispelled
Heart
Mist
Men
Depressed
Cares
Appears
Depression
Caring
Woman

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