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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
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the City
Bowls
Temples
Fill
Twine
Rose
Cheerfully
Smile
Rosy
Wine
Awhile
Around
Roses
Like
Bowl

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