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But nathelecs , yet have I lever lese My lyf than of my body have a shame , Or knowe my - selven fals , or lese my name , And with my deth I may be quit , y - wis . Hath ther nat many a noble wyf , er this , And many a mayde y - slayn ...
But nathelecs , yet have I lever lese My lyf than of my body have a shame , Or knowe my - selven fals , or lese my name , And with my deth I may be quit , y - wis . Hath ther nat many a noble wyf , er this , And many a mayde y - slayn ...
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Then , as my soule to heaven her first seate , takes flight , And earth - borne body , in the earth shall dwell ... and to your scattred bodies goe ; All whom the flood did , and fire shall o'er- throw , All whom warre , dearth , age ...
Then , as my soule to heaven her first seate , takes flight , And earth - borne body , in the earth shall dwell ... and to your scattred bodies goe ; All whom the flood did , and fire shall o'er- throw , All whom warre , dearth , age ...
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XI Himself he propped , limbs , body , and pale face , Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood : And , still as I drew near with gentle pace , Upon the margin of that moorish flood Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood , That heareth ...
XI Himself he propped , limbs , body , and pale face , Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood : And , still as I drew near with gentle pace , Upon the margin of that moorish flood Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood , That heareth ...
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