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Come Philomel , that fing'st of Ravishment , Make thy fad Grove in my disheveld
Hair : As the dank Earth weeps at thy Langoishment , So I at each lad Strain will
strain my Tear , And with deep Groans the Diapason bear . For Burdeo - wise l'l ...
Come Philomel , that fing'st of Ravishment , Make thy fad Grove in my disheveld
Hair : As the dank Earth weeps at thy Langoishment , So I at each lad Strain will
strain my Tear , And with deep Groans the Diapason bear . For Burdeo - wise l'l ...
Page 165
Thus of every Grief , in Heart He , with thee , doth bear a Part : These are certain
Signs , to know Faithful Friend , from Flattering Foe . A Request to his scornful
Love . WH Hen thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light , And place my Merit in the
Eye ...
Thus of every Grief , in Heart He , with thee , doth bear a Part : These are certain
Signs , to know Faithful Friend , from Flattering Foe . A Request to his scornful
Love . WH Hen thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light , And place my Merit in the
Eye ...
Page 296
Thou art not noble ; For all th ' Accommodations , that thou bear'st Are nurs'd in
Baseness . Thou art no way Valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender Fork
Of a poor Worm . Thy best of . Rest is Sleep , And that thou oft provok't ; yet groly ...
Thou art not noble ; For all th ' Accommodations , that thou bear'st Are nurs'd in
Baseness . Thou art no way Valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender Fork
Of a poor Worm . Thy best of . Rest is Sleep , And that thou oft provok't ; yet groly ...
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Essay on the Art Rise and Progress of the Stage in Greece Rome | i |
The Glossary Ixviü | lxix |
Venus and Adonis | 1 |
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