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Each must in virtue strive for to excel That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

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
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Excel
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Twice
Men
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Life
Virtue
Lives
Wells

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Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold New things succeed, as former things grow old.
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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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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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Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
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Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
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Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
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That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer.
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