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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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London
England
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High
Heaven
Must
Gate
Roof
Gates

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