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He is my king , and may constrain me ; Whether I yield or not , I live defam'd . The world will think authority did gain me ; I shall be judg'd his love , and so be sham'd : We see the fair condemn'd that never gam'd .
He is my king , and may constrain me ; Whether I yield or not , I live defam'd . The world will think authority did gain me ; I shall be judg'd his love , and so be sham'd : We see the fair condemn'd that never gam'd .
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69 ' And here consort I now with hapless men , Yielding them comfort , thought my wound be cureless . 410 Songs of remorse I warble now and then , Wherein I curse fond Love and Fortune dureless ; Wanhope my weal , my trust but bad ...
69 ' And here consort I now with hapless men , Yielding them comfort , thought my wound be cureless . 410 Songs of remorse I warble now and then , Wherein I curse fond Love and Fortune dureless ; Wanhope my weal , my trust but bad ...
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Yet when he proves and finds her wondrous kind , Yielding soft touch for touch , sweet kiss for kiss , He's well assur'd no fair imagery Could yield such pleasing , love's felicity . 32 O , wonder not to hear me thus relate , And say to ...
Yet when he proves and finds her wondrous kind , Yielding soft touch for touch , sweet kiss for kiss , He's well assur'd no fair imagery Could yield such pleasing , love's felicity . 32 O , wonder not to hear me thus relate , And say to ...
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