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Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Appetite
Sudden
Fruit
Tree
Fairest
Eye
Pluck
Tempting
Laden
Hung

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