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Page 75
For Day ( quoth she ) Night - Scapes doth open lay : And my.troe Eyes have
never practis'd how To cloak Offences with a cunning Brow . They think not but ,
that every Eye can see The same Disgrace , which they themselves bebold : And
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For Day ( quoth she ) Night - Scapes doth open lay : And my.troe Eyes have
never practis'd how To cloak Offences with a cunning Brow . They think not but ,
that every Eye can see The same Disgrace , which they themselves bebold : And
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Page 131
Save that my Soul's imaginary Sight Presents their Shadow to my righeless View '
; Which like a Jewel ( hung in ghal.ly Night ) Makes black Night beauteous and
her old Fuce new . Lo ! thus by Day my Limbs , by Night ny Mind , For thee , and ...
Save that my Soul's imaginary Sight Presents their Shadow to my righeless View '
; Which like a Jewel ( hung in ghal.ly Night ) Makes black Night beauteous and
her old Fuce new . Lo ! thus by Day my Limbs , by Night ny Mind , For thee , and ...
Page 144
Ood Night good Rest my Share ! She bad good Night , that kept my Rest away .
And daft me to a Cabben hang ? d with Care To defcant on the Doubcs of my
Decay . Farewel ( quoch Me ) and come again to Morrow : Farewel I could not ,
for I ...
Ood Night good Rest my Share ! She bad good Night , that kept my Rest away .
And daft me to a Cabben hang ? d with Care To defcant on the Doubcs of my
Decay . Farewel ( quoch Me ) and come again to Morrow : Farewel I could not ,
for I ...
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Contents
Essay on the Art Rise and Progress of the Stage in Greece Rome | i |
The Glossary Ixviü | lxix |
Venus and Adonis | 1 |
Copyright | |
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