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And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing: O my only light,
It cannot be
That I am he
On whom thy tempests fell all night.

— George Herbert The Temple (1633)

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A verse may finde him,who a sermon flies
And turns delight into a sacrifice.

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Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
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Love your neighbor, yet pull not down your hedge.

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