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Give house-room to the best 'tis never known Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Best
Giving
Dwell
Never
Room
Rooms
Pleasure
Known
House
Give

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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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Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
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Let wealth come in by comely thrift, And not by any sordid shift 'T is haste Makes waste Extremes have still their fault. Who gripes too hard the dry and slipp'ry sand, Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.
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Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
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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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