Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Pagina 182
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII BESHREW that heart that makes my heart to ...
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII BESHREW that heart that makes my heart to ...
Pagina 240
... heart , And then my heart shall prize no good above thee ; And then my soul shall know thee ; knowing , love thee ; And then my trembling thoughts shall never start From thy commands , or swerve the least degree , Or once presume to ...
... heart , And then my heart shall prize no good above thee ; And then my soul shall know thee ; knowing , love thee ; And then my trembling thoughts shall never start From thy commands , or swerve the least degree , Or once presume to ...
Pagina 521
... heart , And she lives in our alley . When she is by , I leave my work , I love her so sincerely ; My master comes like any Turk , And bangs me most severely : But let him bang his bellyful , I'll bear it all for Sally ; She is the ...
... heart , And she lives in our alley . When she is by , I leave my work , I love her so sincerely ; My master comes like any Turk , And bangs me most severely : But let him bang his bellyful , I'll bear it all for Sally ; She is the ...
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