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... give penance , Ther as he wiste to han a good pitance ; For unto a poure ordre for to give , Is signe that a man is wel yshrive ; For if he gave , -he dorste make avant , He wiste , that a man was repentant ; For many a man so hard is ...
... give penance , Ther as he wiste to han a good pitance ; For unto a poure ordre for to give , Is signe that a man is wel yshrive ; For if he gave , -he dorste make avant , He wiste , that a man was repentant ; For many a man so hard is ...
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... give place to Lombardy . As goodly flow'rs on Thamesis do grow , As beautify the banks of wanton Po ; As many nymphs as haunt rich Arnus ' strand , By silver Severn tripping hand in hand : Our shade's as sweet , though not to us so dear ...
... give place to Lombardy . As goodly flow'rs on Thamesis do grow , As beautify the banks of wanton Po ; As many nymphs as haunt rich Arnus ' strand , By silver Severn tripping hand in hand : Our shade's as sweet , though not to us so dear ...
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... gives matter to my love ? At Windsor still I see thee sit , and walk , There mount thy courser , there devise , there ... give : The world and they so ill - according be , That wealth and Poets never can agree . Few live in court that of ...
... gives matter to my love ? At Windsor still I see thee sit , and walk , There mount thy courser , there devise , there ... give : The world and they so ill - according be , That wealth and Poets never can agree . Few live in court that of ...
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... give upon the lovely bride : Go , strew the paths with flowers , by which she is to For be ye thus assur'd , in Albion never was [ pass . A beauty ( yet ) like hers : where have you ever seen So absolute a nymph in all things , for a ...
... give upon the lovely bride : Go , strew the paths with flowers , by which she is to For be ye thus assur'd , in Albion never was [ pass . A beauty ( yet ) like hers : where have you ever seen So absolute a nymph in all things , for a ...
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... give . What reck I ? let great Thames , since by his fortune he Is sovereign of us all that here in Britain be ; From Isis , and old Tame , his pedigree derive ; And for the second place , proud Severn that doth strive , Fetch her ...
... give . What reck I ? let great Thames , since by his fortune he Is sovereign of us all that here in Britain be ; From Isis , and old Tame , his pedigree derive ; And for the second place , proud Severn that doth strive , Fetch her ...
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