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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
Writer
London
England
Firsts
Well
First
Excel
Must
Twice
Men
Strive
Life
Virtue
Lives
Wells

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Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
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Art quickens nature care will make a face Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
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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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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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A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
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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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And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
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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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Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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Tis not the food, but the content, That makes the table's merriment.
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Who covets more is evermore a slave.
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The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
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Tears are the noble language of the eye.
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Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.
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Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
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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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When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill, Has, or none, or little skill, Meet for nothing, but to kill Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
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