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This is servitude, To serve th'unwise, or him who hath rebelled Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee, Thyself not free, but to thyself enthralled.

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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Hath
Thee
Worthier
Serve
Enthralled
Free
Rebelled
Unwise
Servitude
Thine
Thyself

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