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Robert Herrick - Not every day fit for Verse
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`Tis not ev`ry day that I 
Fitted am to prophesy: 
No, but when the spirit fills 
The fantastic pannicles, 
Full of fire, then I write 
As the Godhead doth indite. 
Thus enraged, my lines are hurl`d, 
Like the Sibyl`s, through the world: 
Look how next the holy fire 
Either slakes, or doth retire; 
So the fancy cools:—till when 
That brave spirit comes again.
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