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Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Frolic
Dine
Wine
Drink
Wells
Well

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Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer: There, Where my Julia's lips do smile There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
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Things are evermore sincere / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
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