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Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

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
Signs
Leave
Doctor
Head
Medicine
Hope
Doctors
Men
Silent
Despairing
Sorrow
Fees
Sick
Shook
Morrow
Took

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