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Thanked be fortune it hath been other- wise , Twenty times better ; but once especial , In thin array , after a pleasant guise , When her loose gown did from her shoul- ders fall , And she me caught in her arms long and small ...
Thanked be fortune it hath been other- wise , Twenty times better ; but once especial , In thin array , after a pleasant guise , When her loose gown did from her shoul- ders fall , And she me caught in her arms long and small ...
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... what to her he hath sworne , With feare of missing , shame of getting , torne . Madnesse his sorrow , gout his cramp , may hee Make , by but thinking who hath made him such ; And may he feele no touch ΤΟ Of conscience , but of ...
... what to her he hath sworne , With feare of missing , shame of getting , torne . Madnesse his sorrow , gout his cramp , may hee Make , by but thinking who hath made him such ; And may he feele no touch ΤΟ Of conscience , but of ...
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Man My God , I heard this day That none doth build a stately habitation But he that means to dwell therein . What house more stately hath there been , Or can be , then is man to whose creation All things are in decay ?
Man My God , I heard this day That none doth build a stately habitation But he that means to dwell therein . What house more stately hath there been , Or can be , then is man to whose creation All things are in decay ?
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The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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