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Pagina 91
... keep counsel faithfully , and never let any wit the tale that ye fled for fear of any man . ' " Gramercy , " quoth Gawain , but ill - pleased . " Good fortune be his who wishes me good , and that thou wouldst keep faith with me I will ...
... keep counsel faithfully , and never let any wit the tale that ye fled for fear of any man . ' " Gramercy , " quoth Gawain , but ill - pleased . " Good fortune be his who wishes me good , and that thou wouldst keep faith with me I will ...
Pagina 440
... KEEP A TRUE LENT Is this a fast , to keep The larder lean ? And clean From fat of veals , and sheep ? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh , yet still To fill The platter high with fish ? Is it to fast an hour , Or ragg'd to go , Or show A ...
... KEEP A TRUE LENT Is this a fast , to keep The larder lean ? And clean From fat of veals , and sheep ? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh , yet still To fill The platter high with fish ? Is it to fast an hour , Or ragg'd to go , Or show A ...
Pagina 803
... keeps him in perpetual agitation , and hurries him rapidly from place to place . He that sits still , or reposes ... keep chained to the counter or the plow , play throughout life with the shadows of business , and know not at last ...
... keeps him in perpetual agitation , and hurries him rapidly from place to place . He that sits still , or reposes ... keep chained to the counter or the plow , play throughout life with the shadows of business , and know not at last ...
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