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SEND back my long - stray'd eyes to me , Which , O ! too long have dwelt on thee
: But if from you they've learnt such ill , To sweetly smile , And then beguile , Keep
the deceivers , keep them still . Send home my harmless heart again , Which ...
SEND back my long - stray'd eyes to me , Which , O ! too long have dwelt on thee
: But if from you they've learnt such ill , To sweetly smile , And then beguile , Keep
the deceivers , keep them still . Send home my harmless heart again , Which ...
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LOVE not me for comely grace , For my pleasing eye or face , Nor for any outward
part , No , nor for my constant heart ,For these may fail , or turn to ill , So thou and
I shall sever : Keep , therefore , a true woman's eye , And love me still , but ...
LOVE not me for comely grace , For my pleasing eye or face , Nor for any outward
part , No , nor for my constant heart ,For these may fail , or turn to ill , So thou and
I shall sever : Keep , therefore , a true woman's eye , And love me still , but ...
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Here sin , for want of food , must starve Where tempting objects are not seen ;
And these strong walls do only serve To keep rogues out , not keep me in .
Malice is now grown charitable , sure : I'm not committed , but I'm kept secure .
And whilst ...
Here sin , for want of food , must starve Where tempting objects are not seen ;
And these strong walls do only serve To keep rogues out , not keep me in .
Malice is now grown charitable , sure : I'm not committed , but I'm kept secure .
And whilst ...
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These manacles upon my arm I , as my mistress ' favours , wear ; And for 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 . So he that struck
at ...
These manacles upon my arm I , as my mistress ' favours , wear ; And for 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 . So he that struck
at ...
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And shakes her wings and will not stay , I puff the prostitute away : The little or the
much she gave , is quietly resign'd : Content with poverty , my soul I arm ; And
virtue , tho ' in rags , will keep me warm . John Dryden . LXXXVII . Fair Amoret is ...
And shakes her wings and will not stay , I puff the prostitute away : The little or the
much she gave , is quietly resign'd : Content with poverty , my soul I arm ; And
virtue , tho ' in rags , will keep me warm . John Dryden . LXXXVII . Fair Amoret is ...
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