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... fall on thy difdain That makest but game on earnest pain : Think not alone under the Sun Unquit to cause thy Lover's plaine , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are so cold ...
... fall on thy difdain That makest but game on earnest pain : Think not alone under the Sun Unquit to cause thy Lover's plaine , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are so cold ...
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... , Here I renounce , and make me free . The fruits were fair the which did grow Within thy garden planted , The leaves were green of every bough , And moisture nothing wanted ; Yet , ere the bloffoms ' gan to fall The ANONYMOUS . 9.
... , Here I renounce , and make me free . The fruits were fair the which did grow Within thy garden planted , The leaves were green of every bough , And moisture nothing wanted ; Yet , ere the bloffoms ' gan to fall The ANONYMOUS . 9.
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George Ellis. Yet , ere the bloffoms ' gan to fall The caterpillar wafted all . Thy body was the garden - place , And fugar'd words it beareth ; The bloffoms all , thy faith it was , Which , as the canker , weareth . The caterpillar is ...
George Ellis. Yet , ere the bloffoms ' gan to fall The caterpillar wafted all . Thy body was the garden - place , And fugar'd words it beareth ; The bloffoms all , thy faith it was , Which , as the canker , weareth . The caterpillar is ...
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... fall ! Soon with my death I will please thee.- No ! no ! no ! no ! my dear , let be ! SONNET . BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one , Nor do not ufe fuch colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair , Nor give each ...
... fall ! Soon with my death I will please thee.- No ! no ! no ! no ! my dear , let be ! SONNET . BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one , Nor do not ufe fuch colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair , Nor give each ...
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... , But this of lead Strikes a clown dead , When in a dance He falls into a trance , To fee his black - brow'd lafs not bufs him , And then whines out for death t ' untrufs him . DANIEL . SONNET . Look , Delia , how w JOHN LILLY , 53.
... , But this of lead Strikes a clown dead , When in a dance He falls into a trance , To fee his black - brow'd lafs not bufs him , And then whines out for death t ' untrufs him . DANIEL . SONNET . Look , Delia , how w JOHN LILLY , 53.
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