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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.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Eyes
Eye
Bonnet
Away
Bonnets
Find
Bore
Love
Bores
Bees
Brave
Seek

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