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As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.

John Lyly

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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
Novelist
Playwright
Politician
Writer
Kent
England
John Lilly
John Lylie
John Lyly
Wine
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Hate
Deadliest
Best
Sharpest
Make
Vinegar
Love
Doth
Deepest
Despise

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