Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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4. oldal
... dead , and all is with him dead . Saue what in heauens storehouse he vplaid : His hope is faild , and come to passe his dread , And euill men , now dead , his deeds vpbraid : Spite bites the dead , that liuing neuer baid . He now is ...
... dead , and all is with him dead . Saue what in heauens storehouse he vplaid : His hope is faild , and come to passe his dread , And euill men , now dead , his deeds vpbraid : Spite bites the dead , that liuing neuer baid . He now is ...
44. oldal
... dead : All Loue is dead , infected With plague of deepe disdaine : Worth as nought worth reiected , And Faith faire scorne doth gaine . From so vngrateful fancie , From such a femall franzie , From them that vse men thus , Good Lord ...
... dead : All Loue is dead , infected With plague of deepe disdaine : Worth as nought worth reiected , And Faith faire scorne doth gaine . From so vngrateful fancie , From such a femall franzie , From them that vse men thus , Good Lord ...
45. oldal
... dead . Loue is not dead , but sleepeth In her vnmatched mind : Where she his counsell keepeth , Till due desert she find . Therefore , from so vile fancie To call such wit a franzie , Who loue can temper thus , Good Lord deliver vs ...
... dead . Loue is not dead , but sleepeth In her vnmatched mind : Where she his counsell keepeth , Till due desert she find . Therefore , from so vile fancie To call such wit a franzie , Who loue can temper thus , Good Lord deliver vs ...
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