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And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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