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Born to myself, I like myself alone.

John Wilmot

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John Wilmot
Age: 33 †
Born: 1647
Born: April 1
Died: 1680
Died: July 26
Playwright
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Ditchley Park
John Wilmot
Earl of Rochester
Alone
Born
Self
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