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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them I have lived today.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
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But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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