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And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Tot he , which says the dead is not alive , Dialogue between Prince Henry and ... Which princes , flush'd with conquest , aim to Thou hast stolen that , which after some few hours Now bind my ...
And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Tot he , which says the dead is not alive , Dialogue between Prince Henry and ... Which princes , flush'd with conquest , aim to Thou hast stolen that , which after some few hours Now bind my ...
Pagina 62
Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favors ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire His Vices and Virtues . The sweet aspect of princes , and our ruin , [ to , So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him !
Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favors ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire His Vices and Virtues . The sweet aspect of princes , and our ruin , [ to , So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him !
Pagina 135
0 ! my bursting the boast [ with princes ; heart !That courts have been my home ; my walk What will become of meMy toil the Antique Sages ' lore ; my sport , Penning sweet roundelays for ladies ' lyres , $ 52. Hadad and Tamar .
0 ! my bursting the boast [ with princes ; heart !That courts have been my home ; my walk What will become of meMy toil the Antique Sages ' lore ; my sport , Penning sweet roundelays for ladies ' lyres , $ 52. Hadad and Tamar .
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