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O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

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
Angels
Gods
Thou
Angel
Wine
Drink

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