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In ways to greatness, think on this,That slippery all ambition is.
Robert Herrick
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Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.
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No wrath of men, or rage of seas,Can shake a just man's purposes;No threats of tyrants, or the grimVisage of them can alter him;But what he doth at first intend,That he holds firmly to the end.
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