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You say to me-wards your affection's strong Pray love me little, so you love me long.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Littles
Little
Long
Love
Wards
Life
Affection
Pray
Praying
Strong

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