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A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Disorder
Thrown
Dress
Wantonness
Shoulders
Cuffs
Dresses
Lawn
Clothes
Kindles
Sweet
Lawns
Fine
Distraction

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