The Art of English Poetry, 1702, Volúmenes1-3Scolar P., 1968 - 429 páginas |
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... Breaft fhall tell .. Your Crimes , and your own Confcience be your Hell , Morat . What Bus'nefs has my Confcience with a Crown ? She finks in Pleasures , and in Bowls will drown . If Mirth fhould fail , I'll bufie her with Cares ...
... Breaft fhall tell .. Your Crimes , and your own Confcience be your Hell , Morat . What Bus'nefs has my Confcience with a Crown ? She finks in Pleasures , and in Bowls will drown . If Mirth fhould fail , I'll bufie her with Cares ...
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... Breaft He looks , and languishes , and leaves his reft . Forfakes his Food , and pining for the Lafs , Is joyless of the Grove , and fpurns the growing Grafs The foft Seducer , with enticing Looks , The bellowing Rivals to the Fight ...
... Breaft He looks , and languishes , and leaves his reft . Forfakes his Food , and pining for the Lafs , Is joyless of the Grove , and fpurns the growing Grafs The foft Seducer , with enticing Looks , The bellowing Rivals to the Fight ...
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... Breaft , one Minute's more Than a long Thousand Years of Vulgar hours . She reigns more fully in my Soul than ever , She Garrifons my Breaft , and Mans against me Ev'n my own Rebel Thoughts with Thousand Graces , Ten Thousand ; Charms ...
... Breaft , one Minute's more Than a long Thousand Years of Vulgar hours . She reigns more fully in my Soul than ever , She Garrifons my Breaft , and Mans against me Ev'n my own Rebel Thoughts with Thousand Graces , Ten Thousand ; Charms ...
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