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... Lord ! I thought , I should have sunk outright : Lord ! Madam , says Mary , how d'ye do ? Indeed , said I , never worse . But pray , Mary , can you tell what I have done with my Purse : 15 Lord help me , said Mary , I never stirr'd out ...
... Lord ! I thought , I should have sunk outright : Lord ! Madam , says Mary , how d'ye do ? Indeed , said I , never worse . But pray , Mary , can you tell what I have done with my Purse : 15 Lord help me , said Mary , I never stirr'd out ...
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... Lord , said I , what shall I do ? I have lost my Money ; and I shall lose my True - love too . So , my Lord call'd me ; Harry , said my Lord , don't cry , 65 I'll give something towards thy Loss : And says my Lady , so will I. Oh ! but ...
... Lord , said I , what shall I do ? I have lost my Money ; and I shall lose my True - love too . So , my Lord call'd me ; Harry , said my Lord , don't cry , 65 I'll give something towards thy Loss : And says my Lady , so will I. Oh ! but ...
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... lord appear'd , and seated right In proper attitude and light , The Painter look'd , he sketch'd the piece , Then dipt his pencil , talk'd of Greece , Of Titian's tints , of Guido's air ; Those eyes , my lord , the spirit there Might ...
... lord appear'd , and seated right In proper attitude and light , The Painter look'd , he sketch'd the piece , Then dipt his pencil , talk'd of Greece , Of Titian's tints , of Guido's air ; Those eyes , my lord , the spirit there Might ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY 161816331667 | 1 |
SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT 160616351668 | 12 |
SIR JOHN DENHAM 161516421669 | 20 |
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