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Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please and sate the curious taste?

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John Milton
Age: 65 †
Born: 1608
Born: December 9
Died: 1674
Died: November 8
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