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Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
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London
England
Seldom
Till
Glory
Dead
Comes
Men

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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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Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end.
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