 Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can...  The British Plutarch: Containing the Lives of the Most Eminent Divines ... - Page 398by Francis Wrangham - 1816Full view - About this book
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...every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love — Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap,...kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon for gotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. I'd sooner hear Kit's laugh than these damned bees. Stabbed... | |
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