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Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Comprehend
Labour
God
Ends
Find
Without
Hard

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