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Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

John Milton

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
Poet
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Forgetfulness
Oblivion
Lethe
River
Whoso
Rivers
Watery
Grief
Rolls
Drink
Labyrinth
Joy
Forgets
Forget
Drinks

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