“Some Mens Memory is like a Box, where a Man should mingle his Jewels with his old Shoes.”

Political, Moral, and Miscellaneous Reflections (1750), Miscellaneous Thoughts and Reflections

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George Savile, 1st Marquess of Halifax 65
English politician 1633–1695

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