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Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

William Cowper

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William Cowper
Age: 68 †
Born: 1731
Born: November 26
Died: 1800
Died: April 25
Hymnwriter
Poet
Poet Lawyer
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Writer
Berkhamsted
Hertfordshire
Giving
Thou
Thee
Rich
Poor
Away
Canst
Give
Wilt
Without
Resignation
Take
Contentment

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