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How much pleasure they lose (and even the pleasures of heroic poesy are not unprofitable) who take away the liberty of a poet, and fetter his feet in the shackles of a historian.
William Davenant
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William Davenant
Age: 62 †
Born: 1606
Born: February 1
Died: 1668
Died: April 7
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