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... Doth she chide thee ? ' Tis to show it , That thy coldness makes her doe it : Is she silent - is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit : Doth she pout , and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come : Is she sicke ? Why , then ...
... Doth she chide thee ? ' Tis to show it , That thy coldness makes her doe it : Is she silent - is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit : Doth she pout , and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come : Is she sicke ? Why , then ...
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... doth no good ; If Church and Court reply , * Then give them both the lye . * Tell Zeale it wants devotion ; tell Love it is but lust ; Tell Time it is but motion ; tell Flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply , For thou must give ...
... doth no good ; If Church and Court reply , * Then give them both the lye . * Tell Zeale it wants devotion ; tell Love it is but lust ; Tell Time it is but motion ; tell Flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply , For thou must give ...
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Frederick Saunders. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars , As daylight doth a lamp : her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright , That birds would sing , and think it were not night . What other poet ...
Frederick Saunders. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars , As daylight doth a lamp : her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright , That birds would sing , and think it were not night . What other poet ...
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... Doth grossly close it in , we cannot hear it . Now for a cluster of little brilliants , rich and rare : - From Two Gentlemen of Verona : — Who is Silvia ? what is she , That all our swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and wise is she ...
... Doth grossly close it in , we cannot hear it . Now for a cluster of little brilliants , rich and rare : - From Two Gentlemen of Verona : — Who is Silvia ? what is she , That all our swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and wise is she ...
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... doth rise doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , not so 3.2.
... doth rise doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , not so 3.2.
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