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Love and a cough cannot be hid.
GEORGE HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum
- Farewell deare flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,
- Fit, while ye liv’d, for smell or ornament,
- And after death for cures.
- By no means run in debt: take thine own measure,
- Who cannot live on twenty pound a year,
- Cannot on forty.
GEORGE HERBERT, The Church Porch
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