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When one is past, another care we have Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

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
Past
Care
Succeeds
Woe
Wave
Thus
Succeed
Another

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