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Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
the City
Draws
Morrow
Gone
Exhausted
Stills
Store
Doe
Yield
Still
Stores
Wells
Till
Come
Draw
Well
Yesterday

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