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Grammar, which can govern even Kings.
Moliere
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Moliere
Age: 50 †
Born: 1622
Born: October 15
Died: 1673
Died: February 16
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Satirist
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Theatrical Director
Paris
France
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin
Moliere
Jean-Baptiste Molière
Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière
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Kings
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