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Now doth she stroke his cheek , now doth he frown , And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips , And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , ' If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . ' 50 9 He burns with bashful ...
Now doth she stroke his cheek , now doth he frown , And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips , And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , ' If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . ' 50 9 He burns with bashful ...
Pagina 137
650 109 ' For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's sentinel ; Gives false alarms , suggesteth mutiny , And in a peaceful hour doth cry , “ Kill , kill ! ” ; Distemp'ring gentle Love in his desire ...
650 109 ' For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's sentinel ; Gives false alarms , suggesteth mutiny , And in a peaceful hour doth cry , “ Kill , kill ! ” ; Distemp'ring gentle Love in his desire ...
Pagina 184
... Which Jove in tuneful diapasons fram'd Of heavenly music of the Muses nam'd ; 920 To which the soul in her divinity , By her Creator made of harmony , Whilst she in frail and mortal flesh doth live , To her , nine sundry offices do ...
... Which Jove in tuneful diapasons fram'd Of heavenly music of the Muses nam'd ; 920 To which the soul in her divinity , By her Creator made of harmony , Whilst she in frail and mortal flesh doth live , To her , nine sundry offices do ...
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