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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.

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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Saints
Temptation
Saint
Loves
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For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
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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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Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips do smile There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
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A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.
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None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
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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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Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
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So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
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But here's the sunset of a tedious day, These two asleep are I'll but be undrest, And so to bed. Pray wish us all good rest.
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Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.
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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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In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
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Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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