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The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
Edmund Waller
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Edmund Waller
Age: 81 †
Born: 1606
Born: March 3
Died: 1687
Died: October 21
Poet
Politician
Writer
Coleshill
Buckinghamshire
Gentleman that loves the peace
True son of the Church of England and a lover of his countries liberty
Edmund Waller
Time
Cottage
Cottages
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Soul
Chinks
Made
Batter
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That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
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What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
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The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
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Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
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