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Page 165
Or make pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day , Or the flowery meads in May , If she think not well of me , What care I how fair she be ? Shall my silly heart be pined ' Cause I see a woman ...
Or make pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day , Or the flowery meads in May , If she think not well of me , What care I how fair she be ? Shall my silly heart be pined ' Cause I see a woman ...
Page 559
But when to sin our biased nature leans , The careful Devil is still at hand with means ; And providently pimps for ill desires : The Good Old Cause revived , a plot requires . Plots , true or false , are necessary things , To raise up ...
But when to sin our biased nature leans , The careful Devil is still at hand with means ; And providently pimps for ill desires : The Good Old Cause revived , a plot requires . Plots , true or false , are necessary things , To raise up ...
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The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crowned , but Music won the cause . The prince , unable to conceal his pain , Gazed on the fair Who caused his care , And sighed and looked , sighed and looked , Sighed and looked ...
The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crowned , but Music won the cause . The prince , unable to conceal his pain , Gazed on the fair Who caused his care , And sighed and looked , sighed and looked , Sighed and looked ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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