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Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?

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
Men
Drinking
Carry
Whoring
Husband
Squander
Shall
Gaming
Wife
Quarrels
Support
Expense
Money
Expenses
Enough
Daily

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