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Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Covets
Evermore
Covetousness
Greed
Slave

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