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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
Poet
Writer
London
England
Whatever
Happiness
Comes
Withal
Blessings
Content
Blessing
Among
Small

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