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... Cambridge , and his Oratorship in the University , together with that knowledge which the King's * Published with first edition , Cambridge , 1633 . Court had taken of him , could make relation far The Printers to the Reader.
... Cambridge , and his Oratorship in the University , together with that knowledge which the King's * Published with first edition , Cambridge , 1633 . Court had taken of him , could make relation far The Printers to the Reader.
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... king fees thee ftill ; for his King does . Simpering is but a lay - hypocrify : Give it a corner , and the clue undoes . Who fears to do ill , fets himself to task : Who fears to do well , fure fhould wear a mask . Look to thy mouth ...
... king fees thee ftill ; for his King does . Simpering is but a lay - hypocrify : Give it a corner , and the clue undoes . Who fears to do ill , fets himself to task : Who fears to do well , fure fhould wear a mask . Look to thy mouth ...
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... king , ) Much less make any one thine enemy . As guns destroy , fo may a little fling . The cunning workman never doth refuse The meaneft tool , that he may chance to use . All foreign wisdom doth amount to this , To take all that is ...
... king , ) Much less make any one thine enemy . As guns destroy , fo may a little fling . The cunning workman never doth refuse The meaneft tool , that he may chance to use . All foreign wisdom doth amount to this , To take all that is ...
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... king did so , Who would not hafte , nay give , to see the show ? Twice on the day his due is understood ; For all the week thy food so oft he gave thee . Thy cheer is mended ; bate not of the food , Because ' tis better , and perhaps ...
... king did so , Who would not hafte , nay give , to see the show ? Twice on the day his due is understood ; For all the week thy food so oft he gave thee . Thy cheer is mended ; bate not of the food , Because ' tis better , and perhaps ...
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... King , not I : He clave the ftony rock , when they were dry ; But furely not their hearts , as I well try : Was ever grief like mine ? Ah , how they scourge me ! yet my tenderness Doubles each lash : and yet their bitterness Winds up my ...
... King , not I : He clave the ftony rock , when they were dry ; But furely not their hearts , as I well try : Was ever grief like mine ? Ah , how they scourge me ! yet my tenderness Doubles each lash : and yet their bitterness Winds up my ...
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The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations - Primary Source Edition Alexander Balloch Grosart,George Herbert Prévia não disponível - 2013 |
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