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Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Fight
Fighting
Force
Money
Else
Shafts
Silver
Thou

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