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When words we want, love teacheth to indite And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Blush
Words
Speak
Write
Writing
Love
Bids

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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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A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility,-- Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
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For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.
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The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
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Who covets more is evermore a slave.
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Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
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Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
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If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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Art quickens nature care will make a face Neglected beauty perisheth apace.
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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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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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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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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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Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
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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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A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
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When one is past, another care we have Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.
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Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.
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