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I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
William Congreve
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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
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