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Some folks of cider make a rout And cider's well enough no doubt When better liquors fail But wine, that's richer, better still, Ev'n wine itself (deny't who will) Must yield to nappy ale

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
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