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He that loseth his honesty hath nothing else to lose.

John Lyly

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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
Novelist
Playwright
Politician
Writer
Kent
England
John Lilly
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John Lyly
Nothing
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Honesty
Lose
Loses
Else

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