Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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Do you not see those prostrate heaps betrayed Your fathers ' bones , and could not keep them sure ? And will you trust deceitful stones fair laid , And think they will be to your honor truer ? No , no , unsparing time will proudly send ...
Do you not see those prostrate heaps betrayed Your fathers ' bones , and could not keep them sure ? And will you trust deceitful stones fair laid , And think they will be to your honor truer ? No , no , unsparing time will proudly send ...
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10 20 > I've none , His grange , or private wealth Though clock , A lamb To tell how night draws hence , I keep , tame , with my morsels fed , Whose dam A cock An orphan left him , lately dead . - * I have to sing how day draws on .
10 20 > I've none , His grange , or private wealth Though clock , A lamb To tell how night draws hence , I keep , tame , with my morsels fed , Whose dam A cock An orphan left him , lately dead . - * I have to sing how day draws on .
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These manacles upon my arm I as my sweetheart's favors wear , And then to keep my ankles warm I have some iron shackles there ; These walls are but my garrison , this cell Which men call jail doth prove my citadel .
These manacles upon my arm I as my sweetheart's favors wear , And then to keep my ankles warm I have some iron shackles there ; These walls are but my garrison , this cell Which men call jail doth prove my citadel .
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