“She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.”

—  John Dryden

Persius, Satire v, line 246.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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English poet and playwright of the XVIIth century 1631–1700

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