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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
Words
Speak
Write
Writing
Love
Bids
Blush

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It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.
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Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.
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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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Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.
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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
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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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Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may The morrow's life too late is live to-day.
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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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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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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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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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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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Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
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Men are suspicious prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
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Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
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Hast thou attempted greatnesse? Then go on Back-turning slackens resolution.
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The person lives twice who lives the first life well
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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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Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
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