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Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.

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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Happiness
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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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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
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Tears are the noble language of the eye.
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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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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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In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
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Then be not coy, but use your time And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
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Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
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