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Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh?

Leigh Hunt

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Leigh Hunt
Age: 74 †
Born: 1784
Born: October 19
Died: 1859
Died: August 28
Autobiographer
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
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Southgate
London
James Henry Leigh Hunt
Laughter
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Always
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