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Oliver Cromwell

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Weeds and nettles, briars and thorns, have thriven under your shadow, dissettlement and division, discontentment and dissatisfaction, together with real dangers to the whole.
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Speech dissolving the First Protectorate Parliament (22 January 1655)

 
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