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The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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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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You say to me-wards your affection's strong Pray love me little, so you love me long.
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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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Then be not coy, but use your time And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
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Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
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