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Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize Nor all that glisters gold.

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
Heart
Wandering
Gray
Prize
Wander
Hearts
Gold
Heedless
Eyes
Tempts
Eye
Lawful

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