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Pagina 290
... woods shal answer , and your eccho ring . Now is my love all ready forth to come : Let all the virgins therefore well awayt , And ye fresh boyes , that tend upon her groome , Prepare your selves , for he is comming strayt . Set all your ...
... woods shal answer , and your eccho ring . Now is my love all ready forth to come : Let all the virgins therefore well awayt , And ye fresh boyes , that tend upon her groome , Prepare your selves , for he is comming strayt . Set all your ...
Pagina 293
... woods may answere , and your eccho ring . Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With joyance bring her and with jollity . Never had man more ...
... woods may answere , and your eccho ring . Now al is done ; bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With joyance bring her and with jollity . Never had man more ...
Pagina 296
... woods now answer , nor your eccho ring . Who is the same which at my window peepes ? Or whose is that faire face that shines so bright ? Is it not Cinthia , 16 she that never sleepes , But walkes about high heaven al the night ? O ...
... woods now answer , nor your eccho ring . Who is the same which at my window peepes ? Or whose is that faire face that shines so bright ? Is it not Cinthia , 16 she that never sleepes , But walkes about high heaven al the night ? O ...
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