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See, here's a shadow found the human nature Is made th' umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator Beneath this covert thou may'st safely lie.

Francis Quarles

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Francis Quarles
Age: 52 †
Born: 1592
Born: May 8
Died: 1644
Died: September 8
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Havering
Shadow
Umbrella
Lying
Deity
Found
Deities
Nature
Safely
May
Beneath
Human
Catch
Humans
Creator
Sunbeams
Made
Thou
Covert

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