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“Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about.”

Quote by Cotton Mather

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Cotton Mather
Cotton Mather

Cotton Mather was a prominent American author, physician, and theologian of the colonial period. Born on February 12, 1663, and passing away on February 13, 1728, Mather is renowned for his advocacy for colonial America and his contributions to theology. more

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