Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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This most causeth my pain , Where I do seek how best that I may please , My lost labor , alas , is all in vain . My heart once set , I cannot it refrain ; No place from me my grief away can take , Wherefore with tears , my bed , I thee ...
This most causeth my pain , Where I do seek how best that I may please , My lost labor , alas , is all in vain . My heart once set , I cannot it refrain ; No place from me my grief away can take , Wherefore with tears , my bed , I thee ...
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Alas , my Poins , how men do seek the best And find the worst , by error as they stray . And no marvel , when sight is so oppressed , And blinds the guide ; anon out of the way Goeth guide and all in seeking quiet life .
Alas , my Poins , how men do seek the best And find the worst , by error as they stray . And no marvel , when sight is so oppressed , And blinds the guide ; anon out of the way Goeth guide and all in seeking quiet life .
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How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe , How many sighing hearts , I have no skill to show ; Yet I the prouder grew , and answered them therefore , Go , go , go , seek some otherwhere ...
How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe , How many sighing hearts , I have no skill to show ; Yet I the prouder grew , and answered them therefore , Go , go , go , seek some otherwhere ...
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JOHN DAVIES OF HEREFORD 534 | 534 |
THOMAS HEYWOOD | 541 |
SIR JOHN BEAUMONT | 547 |
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