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Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
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Fantastic
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Light
Come
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Trip

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