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So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Fruit
Mother
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Like
Motherhood
Drop
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Thou

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