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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
Poet
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London
England
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Theatre
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Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
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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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Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
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O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
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He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
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None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
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Tears are the noble language of the eye.
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In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.
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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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Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
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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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Humble we must be, if to heaven we go High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
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Who covets more is evermore a slave.
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Each must in virtue strive for to excel That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
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