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All things of beauty are not theirs alone who hold the fee but unto him no less who can enjoy, than unto them who own, are sweetest uses given to posses.

John Godfrey Saxe

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John Godfrey Saxe
Age: 70 †
Born: 1816
Born: June 2
Died: 1887
Died: March 31
Poet
Politician
the United States of America
John Godfrey Saxe I
Things
Uses
Hold
Alone
Beauty
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Posse
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Fees
Use
Sweetest
Given
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