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So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Lies
Drowned
Lying
Fables
Song
Liking
Night
Serves
Come
Fleeting
Made
Shade
Time
Endless
Decaying
Love
Delight
Fable

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