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That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Good
Enmity
Time
Remained
Stood
Revenge
Abstracted
Envy
Disarmed
Space
Evil
Stupidly
Hate
Guile

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