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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
Poet
Writer
London
England
Jove
Wise
Time
Love
Life

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Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
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Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips do smile There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
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In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
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Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.
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In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
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Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
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