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For to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
Politician
Writer
Interpose
Surmise
Frail
Ease
False
Thoughts
Littles
Little
Dally

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