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Marriages are made in heaven and consummated on Earth.

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
Earth
Made
Love
Consummated
Marriages
Wedding
Marriage
Heaven

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