“For truth has such a face and such a mien
As to be loved needs only to be seen.”

— John Dryden , book The Hind and the Panther

Pt. I, lines 33–34.
The Hind and the Panther (1687)

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English poet and playwright of the XVIIth century 1631–1700

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