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Whilst that the childe is young, let him be instructed in vertue and lytterature.

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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
Novelist
Playwright
Politician
Writer
Kent
England
John Lilly
John Lylie
John Lyly
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A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
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If you will be cherished when you are old, be courteous while you be young.
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In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.
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None but the lark so shrill and clear Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
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