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Who shames a feribler ? break ore cobweb thro ' , He spins the Night , self -
pleasirg thread anew : Destroy his fib or sophistry , in vain , The creature's at his
dirty work again , Thron'd on the centre of his thin defigns , Proud of a vast extent
of ...
Who shames a feribler ? break ore cobweb thro ' , He spins the Night , self -
pleasirg thread anew : Destroy his fib or sophistry , in vain , The creature's at his
dirty work again , Thron'd on the centre of his thin defigns , Proud of a vast extent
of ...
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I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F.
You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the nights seem tedious take
a wife : Or rather truly , if your point be rest , Lettuce and cowslip - wine ;
Probatum ...
I nod in company , I wake at night , Fools rush into my head , and so I write . F.
You could not do a worse thing for your life . Why , if the nights seem tedious take
a wife : Or rather truly , if your point be rest , Lettuce and cowslip - wine ;
Probatum ...
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Long , as to him who works for debt , the day , Long as the night to her whose
love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run , When the brisk minor
pants for twenty - one : So now th ' unprofitable moments roll , That lock up all the
...
Long , as to him who works for debt , the day , Long as the night to her whose
love's away , Long as the year's dull circle seems to run , When the brisk minor
pants for twenty - one : So now th ' unprofitable moments roll , That lock up all the
...
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... not what they mean , But give the knight ( or give his lady ) spleen ; » Away ,
away ! take all your scaffolds down For snug's the word : my dear ! we'll live in
town , At am'rous Flavio is the stocking thrown : That very night he longs to lie
alone .
... not what they mean , But give the knight ( or give his lady ) spleen ; » Away ,
away ! take all your scaffolds down For snug's the word : my dear ! we'll live in
town , At am'rous Flavio is the stocking thrown : That very night he longs to lie
alone .
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That very night he longs to lie alone . The fool , whose wife elopes some thrice a
quarter , For matrimonial solace dies a martyr . Did ever Proteus , Merlin , any
witch , Transforın themselves so strangely as the rich ? Well , but the poor_The
poor ...
That very night he longs to lie alone . The fool , whose wife elopes some thrice a
quarter , For matrimonial solace dies a martyr . Did ever Proteus , Merlin , any
witch , Transforın themselves so strangely as the rich ? Well , but the poor_The
poor ...
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