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Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
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Devil
Felt
Crow
Stood
Awful
Goodness

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