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... If e'er with airy horns I planted heads , Or rumpled petticoats , or tumbled beds , Or caused suspicion when no soul was rude , Or discomposed the head - dress of a prude , Or e'er to costive lap - dog gave disease , Which not the ...
... If e'er with airy horns I planted heads , Or rumpled petticoats , or tumbled beds , Or caused suspicion when no soul was rude , Or discomposed the head - dress of a prude , Or e'er to costive lap - dog gave disease , Which not the ...
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He fled to his hall - pillars ; And , ere our force we led off , Some sacked his house and cellars , While others cut his head off . We there , in strife bewildering , Spilt blood enough to swim in : We orphaned many children ...
He fled to his hall - pillars ; And , ere our force we led off , Some sacked his house and cellars , While others cut his head off . We there , in strife bewildering , Spilt blood enough to swim in : We orphaned many children ...
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Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung his head in all our faces .
Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung his head in all our faces .
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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