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O how feeble is man's power , That if good fortune fall , Cannot add another hour , Nor a lost hour recall ! But come bad chance , And we join to it our strength , And we teach it art and length , Itself o'er us to advance .
O how feeble is man's power , That if good fortune fall , Cannot add another hour , Nor a lost hour recall ! But come bad chance , And we join to it our strength , And we teach it art and length , Itself o'er us to advance .
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... could cast a nativity from the hour and minute of the question as well as from the hour and minute of the birth . 35 Butler learned many of his satiric devices from Cleveland , though by chronology of birth he precedes Cleveland .
... could cast a nativity from the hour and minute of the question as well as from the hour and minute of the birth . 35 Butler learned many of his satiric devices from Cleveland , though by chronology of birth he precedes Cleveland .
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I tell thee , Dick , where I have been , 385 I walked the other day , to spend my hour , 533 I wonder , by my troth , what thou and I , 39 If the quick spirits in your eye , 293 If to be absent were to be , 466 If ye will with Mab find ...
I tell thee , Dick , where I have been , 385 I walked the other day , to spend my hour , 533 I wonder , by my troth , what thou and I , 39 If the quick spirits in your eye , 293 If to be absent were to be , 466 If ye will with Mab find ...
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THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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