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The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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Give house-room to the best 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
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Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
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Art quickens nature care will make a face Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
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He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
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Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
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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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If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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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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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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Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
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Men are suspicious prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
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And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
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No, not Jove Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
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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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