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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.

A. E. Housman

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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
Classical Philologist
Classical Scholar
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University Teacher
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A. E. Housman
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