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O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

William Congreve

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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
Engineer
Librettist
Playwright
Poet
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Writer
Nobody
Hair
Hate
Write
Persecuted
Doe
Pins
Writing
Ems
Letters
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No, I'm no enemy to learning it hurts not me.
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