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Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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London
England
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In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
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So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
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Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
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Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
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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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O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
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A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction.
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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
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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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The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup I'll drink to the garlands around it But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
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Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
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Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.
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When words we want, love teacheth to indite And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
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In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse
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What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
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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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He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
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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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