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Page 55
But this were light , did our less volume hold All the old text ; or had we changed to gold Their silver ; or disposed into less glass Spirits of virtue , which then scattered was . But ' tis not so : we are not retired , but damped ...
But this were light , did our less volume hold All the old text ; or had we changed to gold Their silver ; or disposed into less glass Spirits of virtue , which then scattered was . But ' tis not so : we are not retired , but damped ...
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... Life To the Honored Mr. End . Porter , Groom of the Bed- chamber to His Majesty Sweet country life , to such unknown Whose lives are others ' , not their own , But serving courts and cities , be Less happy , less enjoying thee .
... Life To the Honored Mr. End . Porter , Groom of the Bed- chamber to His Majesty Sweet country life , to such unknown Whose lives are others ' , not their own , But serving courts and cities , be Less happy , less enjoying thee .
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Ah , goddess ! would thou couldst thy hand withhold And be less liberal to gold ; Didst thou less value to it give , Of how much care , alas , mightst thou poor man relieve ! To me the sun is more delightful far , And all fair days much ...
Ah , goddess ! would thou couldst thy hand withhold And be less liberal to gold ; Didst thou less value to it give , Of how much care , alas , mightst thou poor man relieve ! To me the sun is more delightful far , And all fair days much ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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