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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
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London
England
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And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
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Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
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In sober mornings do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse
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Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end.
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Who covets more is evermore a slave.
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T is the will that makes the action good or ill.
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Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, Birds chuse their mates and couple too this day: But by their flight I never can devine When I shall couple with my valentine.
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I dare not ask a kiss I dare not beg a smile Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air, That lately kissed thee.
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Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
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Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
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Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
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Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
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Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
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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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Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!
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What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
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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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Tears are the noble language of the eye.
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In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is
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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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