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But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the Moon.

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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Green
Doth
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Soar
Moon
Bows
Running
Corners
Ends
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Welkin
Earth
Slow
Thence
Done
Quickly
Smoothly
Tasks
Bend

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