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This most causeth my pain , Where most I seek how best that I may please , My lost labor , alas , is all in vain . Yet that I gave I cannot call again ; No place from me my grief away can take , Wherefore with tears , my bed , I thee ...
This most causeth my pain , Where most I seek how best that I may please , My lost labor , alas , is all in vain . Yet that I gave I cannot call again ; No place from me my grief away can take , Wherefore with tears , my bed , I thee ...
Pagina 23
Alas , my Poins , how men do seek the best And find the worst , by error as they stray . And no marvel , when sight is so oppressed , And blinds the guide ; anon out of the way Goeth guide and ...
Alas , my Poins , how men do seek the best And find the worst , by error as they stray . And no marvel , when sight is so oppressed , And blinds the guide ; anon out of the way Goeth guide and ...
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How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe , How many sighing bearts , I have no skill to show ; Yet I the prouder grew , and answered them therefore , Go , go , go , seek some otherwhere , Importune me no more !
How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe , How many sighing bearts , I have no skill to show ; Yet I the prouder grew , and answered them therefore , Go , go , go , seek some otherwhere , Importune me no more !
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