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Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!

John Gay

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
Playwright
Poet
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Barnstaple
Devon
Peace
Winds
Waves
Soft
Wave
Breathe
Wind
Silence
Sleep

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