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... King , confider not the few that are before , but the many that come behind you . La Religione e la Favella fi bevono col latte . Our Religion and our Language we fuck in with our Milk . Amor , Frode , e Neceffità , infegnano la ...
... King , confider not the few that are before , but the many that come behind you . La Religione e la Favella fi bevono col latte . Our Religion and our Language we fuck in with our Milk . Amor , Frode , e Neceffità , infegnano la ...
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... King of Fools , or a Fool in grain . Buon Vino cattiva tefta , è favola longa . Good Wine makes a bad Head , and a long Story . Star bene in quefto Mondo , con penfiero però di ftar bene nell ' altro . cafie as you can in this World ...
... King of Fools , or a Fool in grain . Buon Vino cattiva tefta , è favola longa . Good Wine makes a bad Head , and a long Story . Star bene in quefto Mondo , con penfiero però di ftar bene nell ' altro . cafie as you can in this World ...
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... King's errands . Amor de Padre , que todo lo otro es ayre . Parents love indeed , others only talk of it . Ayudandofe tres para pefo de feys . [ Street . Three helping one another will do as much as fix Men fingle . Buena tela hila ...
... King's errands . Amor de Padre , que todo lo otro es ayre . Parents love indeed , others only talk of it . Ayudandofe tres para pefo de feys . [ Street . Three helping one another will do as much as fix Men fingle . Buena tela hila ...
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... Un Amor faca à otro . One Love drives out another . Va el Rey hafta do puede , y no hafta do quiere . Kings go as far as they are able , not so far as they defire to go . Amor Amor loco , yo por vos , y vos por 58 Spanish Proverbs .
... Un Amor faca à otro . One Love drives out another . Va el Rey hafta do puede , y no hafta do quiere . Kings go as far as they are able , not so far as they defire to go . Amor Amor loco , yo por vos , y vos por 58 Spanish Proverbs .
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... King of Spain . No mi pefa que mi hijo pierda , fino que defqui- tarfe quiera . I am not forry that my Son lofes his Money , but that he will have his Revenge , and play on fill . Dixò me mi Madre que porfiaffe mas que no Apo- ftaffe ...
... King of Spain . No mi pefa que mi hijo pierda , fino que defqui- tarfe quiera . I am not forry that my Son lofes his Money , but that he will have his Revenge , and play on fill . Dixò me mi Madre que porfiaffe mas que no Apo- ftaffe ...
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