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Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may The morrow's life too late is live to-day.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
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London
England
May
Live
Life
Morrow
Wine
Late
Drink

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A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility,-- Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
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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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In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
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In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
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When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill, Has, or none, or little skill, Meet for nothing, but to kill Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
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Men are suspicious prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
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When one is past, another care we have Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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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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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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Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
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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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That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.
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Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
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