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Lovers ' Infiniteness If yet I have not all thy love , Dear , I shall never have it all ; I cannot breathe one other sigh to move , Nor can entreat one other tear to fall ; And all my treasure , which should purchase thee , Sighs ...
Lovers ' Infiniteness If yet I have not all thy love , Dear , I shall never have it all ; I cannot breathe one other sigh to move , Nor can entreat one other tear to fall ; And all my treasure , which should purchase thee , Sighs ...
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19 Ah , wretch ! who with ambitious cares oppressed , Longest still for future , feelest no present good ; Despising to be better , wouldst be best , Good never ; who wilt serve thy lusting mood , Yet all command : not he who raised his ...
19 Ah , wretch ! who with ambitious cares oppressed , Longest still for future , feelest no present good ; Despising to be better , wouldst be best , Good never ; who wilt serve thy lusting mood , Yet all command : not he who raised his ...
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31 But me , O never let me , Spirits , forget That glorious day when I your standard bore , And scorning in the second place to sit , With you assaulted heaven , His yoke forswore ! My dauntless heart yet longs to bleed and sweat In ...
31 But me , O never let me , Spirits , forget That glorious day when I your standard bore , And scorning in the second place to sit , With you assaulted heaven , His yoke forswore ! My dauntless heart yet longs to bleed and sweat In ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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