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In vain doth valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine share the land.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Valor
Avarice
Doth
Vain
Share
Land
Rapine
Valour
Bleed

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