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It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

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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Nymphs
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Chastity
Steel
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Brother

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