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Or doth a feare , that men are true , torment you ? Oh we are not , be not you so , Let mee , and doe you , twenty know . mee , Rob but binde me not , and let me goe . Must I , who came to travaile thorow you , Grow your fixt subject ...
Or doth a feare , that men are true , torment you ? Oh we are not , be not you so , Let mee , and doe you , twenty know . mee , Rob but binde me not , and let me goe . Must I , who came to travaile thorow you , Grow your fixt subject ...
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That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true Genius . That most men are born with some Taste , but spoiled by false education . The multitude of Critics , and causes of them . That we are to study our own Taste , and know the ...
That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true Genius . That most men are born with some Taste , but spoiled by false education . The multitude of Critics , and causes of them . That we are to study our own Taste , and know the ...
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Such haukes , such hounds , and such a leman.11 Thomas Rymer 12 TRUE THOMAS lay oer yond grassy bank , And he beheld a ladie gay , A ladie that was brisk and bold , Come riding oer the fernie brae . Her skirt was of the grass - green ...
Such haukes , such hounds , and such a leman.11 Thomas Rymer 12 TRUE THOMAS lay oer yond grassy bank , And he beheld a ladie gay , A ladie that was brisk and bold , Come riding oer the fernie brae . Her skirt was of the grass - green ...
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