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O Conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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Deep
Fears
Fear
Thou
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Driven
Way
Horror
Deeper
Plunged
Conscience
Horrors
Sin
Hast
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Abyss

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