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Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

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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
Poor
Vexed
Sailors
Shepherds
Prayed
Sailor
Cursed
Vain
Rain

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