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Who hath not heard , who hath not seen , Who hath not sung his name ? The soul that hath not , hath not been ; But is the very same With buried sloth , and knows not fame , Which doth him best comprise : For he the wonder is of tongues ...
Who hath not heard , who hath not seen , Who hath not sung his name ? The soul that hath not , hath not been ; But is the very same With buried sloth , and knows not fame , Which doth him best comprise : For he the wonder is of tongues ...
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To His divine appointments ever cleave , And no new business breaks their peace ; The birds nor sow nor reap , yet sup and dine ; The flowers without clothes live , Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.3 Man hath still either toys or ...
To His divine appointments ever cleave , And no new business breaks their peace ; The birds nor sow nor reap , yet sup and dine ; The flowers without clothes live , Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.3 Man hath still either toys or ...
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To His divine appointments ever cleave , And no new business breaks their peace ; The birds nor sow nor reap , yet sup and dine ; The flowers without clothes live , Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.3 Man hath still either toys or ...
To His divine appointments ever cleave , And no new business breaks their peace ; The birds nor sow nor reap , yet sup and dine ; The flowers without clothes live , Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.3 Man hath still either toys or ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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