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20 Desire himself runs out of breath , And , getting , doth but gain his death ; Desire nor reason hath , nor rest , And , blind , doth seldom choose the ...
20 Desire himself runs out of breath , And , getting , doth but gain his death ; Desire nor reason hath , nor rest , And , blind , doth seldom choose the ...
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5 Like as a huntsman after weary chace , Seeing the game from him escaped away , Sits down to rest him in some shady place , With panting hounds beguiled of ...
5 Like as a huntsman after weary chace , Seeing the game from him escaped away , Sits down to rest him in some shady place , With panting hounds beguiled of ...
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... Then Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields ; A honey ...
... Then Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields ; A honey ...
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And for myself , ' quoth he , * This my full rest shall be ; England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie ...
And for myself , ' quoth he , * This my full rest shall be ; England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie ...
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5 ΙΟ I weigh not fortune's frown or smile ; I joy not much in earthly joys ; I seek not state , I seek not style ; I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I rest so ...
5 ΙΟ I weigh not fortune's frown or smile ; I joy not much in earthly joys ; I seek not state , I seek not style ; I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I rest so ...
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