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... A very corpse , save yielding forth a breath ; Small keep took he whom fortune frownėd on Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath .
... A very corpse , save yielding forth a breath ; Small keep took he whom fortune frownėd on Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath .
Page 64
And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ; Her breath corrupt , her keepers every one Abhorring her ...
And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ; Her breath corrupt , her keepers every one Abhorring her ...
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Yet these the common people of wit blow up with their breath of praise and honor with the sacred name of poets ; to which , as I believe they can never have any just claim , so shall I not dare by this essay to lay any title , since ...
Yet these the common people of wit blow up with their breath of praise and honor with the sacred name of poets ; to which , as I believe they can never have any just claim , so shall I not dare by this essay to lay any title , since ...
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JOHN SKELTON | 3 |
SIR THOMAS MORE | 9 |
HENRY HOWARD EARL OF SURREY | 27 |
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