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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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Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
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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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The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup I'll drink to the garlands around it But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown'd it.
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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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Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
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Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end.
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