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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.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
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London
England
May
Ever
Rosebuds
Time
Tarry
Virginity
Marry
Prime
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