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If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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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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None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
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You say to me-wards your affection's strong Pray love me little, so you love me long.
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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
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Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
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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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When one is past, another care we have Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
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But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
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