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No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
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What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
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Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
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If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
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Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any sordid shift 'T is haste Makes waste Extremes have still their fault. Who gripes too hard the dry and slipp'ry sand, Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.
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