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... Tastes , not well joind , inelegant , but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change ; Bestirrs her then , and from each tender stalk Whatever Earth all - bearing Mother yeilds In India East or West , or middle shoare 335 In ...
... Tastes , not well joind , inelegant , but bring Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change ; Bestirrs her then , and from each tender stalk Whatever Earth all - bearing Mother yeilds In India East or West , or middle shoare 335 In ...
Page 201
... taste , 740 Sollicited her longing eye ; yet first Pausing a while , thus to her self she mus'd . Great are thy Vertues , doubtless , best of Fruits , 745 Though kept from Man , and worthy to be admir'd , Whose taste , too long forborn ...
... taste , 740 Sollicited her longing eye ; yet first Pausing a while , thus to her self she mus'd . Great are thy Vertues , doubtless , best of Fruits , 745 Though kept from Man , and worthy to be admir'd , Whose taste , too long forborn ...
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... Taste so Divine , that what of sweet before Hath toucht my sense , flat seems to this , and harsh . On my experience , Adam , freely taste , And fear of Death deliver to the Windes . So saying , she embrac'd him , and for joy Tenderly ...
... Taste so Divine , that what of sweet before Hath toucht my sense , flat seems to this , and harsh . On my experience , Adam , freely taste , And fear of Death deliver to the Windes . So saying , she embrac'd him , and for joy Tenderly ...
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