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Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.

Thomas Gray

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Thomas Gray
Age: 54 †
Born: 1716
Born: December 26
Died: 1771
Died: July 30
Literary Critic
Poet
London
England
Read
Eternity
Mines
Mine
Romances
Eternal
Flute
Playing
Flutes
Pleasure
Consist
Lying
Pleasures
Upon
Romance

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