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... thou but thine , and be not diffident Of Wisdom , she deserts thee not , if thou 550 SSS 560 Dismiss not her , when most thou needst her nigh , By attributing overmuch to things 565 Less excellent , as thou thy self perceav❜st . For ...
... thou but thine , and be not diffident Of Wisdom , she deserts thee not , if thou 550 SSS 560 Dismiss not her , when most thou needst her nigh , By attributing overmuch to things 565 Less excellent , as thou thy self perceav❜st . For ...
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... thou that to my default , or will 1140 1145 Of wandring , as thou callst it , which who knows But might as ill have happ'nd thou being by , Or to thy self perhaps : hadst thou bin there , Or here th ' attempt , thou couldst not have ...
... thou that to my default , or will 1140 1145 Of wandring , as thou callst it , which who knows But might as ill have happ'nd thou being by , Or to thy self perhaps : hadst thou bin there , Or here th ' attempt , thou couldst not have ...
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... thou these plaints dost hear ) Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest , Whether above that high first - moving Spheare Or in the Elisian fields ( if such there were . ) Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight And why from us so ...
... thou these plaints dost hear ) Tell me bright Spirit where e're thou hoverest , Whether above that high first - moving Spheare Or in the Elisian fields ( if such there were . ) Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight And why from us so ...
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