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“O blessed bounty, giving ail content! The only fautress of all noble arts That lend'st success to every good intent. A grace that rests in the most godlike hearts, By heav'n to none but happy souls infus'd Pity it is, that e'er thou wast abus'd.”

Quote by Michael Drayton

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Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton was an English poet, born in 1563 and died on December 23, 1631. His poetry works were extensive, including epic, lyric, and satirical poems, and he was a representative figure of the Elizabethan era and the reign of James I. more

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