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One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.

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
Vice
Characteristics
Vices
Fame
Present
Age
Characteristic
Principal
Contempt

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