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Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

John Gay

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
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Barnstaple
Devon
Toil
Hath
Oil
Learning
Books
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Whence
Consumed
Midnight

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