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How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
Andrew Marvell
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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
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I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
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Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
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