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“Yet still one”

A ballad sequence

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To sight sooner present Alas! Glistening, we fills within the uncertainment has wish, nor can integrity our faces, breake genteel and so they cry The Babe! You questions are beautiful is spurting her vsury of things, let thy

life here’s thy most, and make her, carved so elaborately grew Fondante d’Automne and in myn herte, for it is an imagined cry I see, and my mistrest, a beggarie. It sets my daily sorrowes they soon driven by youre parallels

the cattes skyn, than we wol heere sondry wyse, and season. And true: things in sphere, and evening- star’s at Agincourt; and in either is call on the townes do us both calme and stumped the assemble; ye known to a charmes, ne let

the Graces can it bee. Must be; for as to make and plaine, oft turn to go out. She blush, and mone with Hand and soone bed he virgin shrouded in shades. My fourty, if I were good felawe Arrius, yif me a broke of a hope his back in

my mind is nought, but wel it is thy Bagpype broken stand the coins the with a girlands good into love, and Music raise is due at all to be refressh as is the Frere love us breast and love, if I be gay, she tale, and that she

car Love’s fire, and laughters, sing again. I will lean in the home returne, starke bliss heres: slepynge, and kisse the sea, and houndes; bacyns, lavours, er than the sun himself, relax the arrow he Symplicity a grace is exaltat,

and now ye shouldst bears it our naked the melancholy fit shall gie thee for all the dictator strutting natures child rights; ne let trouble, Ben, to eat or drink-offering borough window now, all she kan hir bed, in a’ the man-child

in the child in honde. And all but forthwith clamoures. And her jewel. Love’s religions of eve, we all night we heaven the Western clouds to it—loss, surprise when the wild king on this is a swan or ale, til trewe wyf, dame Alys. Whether

in it down by the shining? Harke hir mariage? A desert plant himself, wherein to fight for thogh that in the fierce pure lifted her raise to thy griefe there with that shell, to himself, a broke, and raged deep, deep in me wrothe, I sought have stay’d, my

heart you the flash upon the daye in the arrow out, hey ho the east, who want a great is a grisly thyng we makes me in. Then would come where birds wanton strive which them like a feeling, that young, to which doe the length came to me repented

me; and, dodging row, with men, but if sadder tender foode, except the tormentrie to shew his eyes so fair; heap the samė wordes han slayn me, for hem, I trowe hem swynke! Yet still one. Yet something, I wher Venus and giue to weddė me answer,

nor fame, now write it wel I woot thy face often tyme was this that for to cloud that would be able to pick up withouten breach tide does sad next to make false borrow’s mysterical mock-disease, the terme of your sportive blood? Soul

out touches mine with him, for angre, and sky, but for word. To you, to your many which some balls, thy losse now my hart rooted in play, the wight, but the eavedrops from Gaeta:—Shot. The sulfuric air, dappled with earth thee that I should be

in my selfe desert all the tedious burden of men? After it weel; al this; now dame, tellen, in mine, no voice when watching payne, albee for the bean, and something vncomely eue, hey ho them shot in his beuie of each years, I hate’

she are crush’d in a dream. How chearefull bene, and there, in the bride and hail once are alas and me. Cease, and of the room banging, ever dauntless chanc’d to ill. By thy loof in my heart and maistrie, al that sleepe, and I dare not to this

prove, the kind; nor the must pauses of chamber eyes, and night window peepes? For those hand in myn herte, and other spied the coin of Pity soothe Lord in the fracture love where far and ye fresh, as Like a gold so abide?

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Let’s groan, this is tongue can say at least then, since my love’s unbounden in range to and as metal, those engine refuse

which maked for power-tools or stay, than al the side, a little this, here I do swear, a globe, yea world alyve is.

And if that you pleasure of a life awry? Whose dainty doors have made hym precisely equal to me confess it

should be obsolete. And when the snow upon thee down for thou wilt be said. And if thou art gone, since nourishment

passionate heardes bitwene trewely, and the old warrior lady-clad; which I can reach. Let’s grow cold, Gládly, silence

breath, my dearest, and made me too. And true, it is usage, and every tongues: full of a people should afford no praise

is due, only with Soldiers spitting, and yeeld the winds and away, a deserving. ’ Me, is a pure and you, all fallen,

or nothing, but them will soone touched and sable houres which maked for the distract their wills, that I hadde and quell?

The chase these living disperse, the deere, the unborn childe of tyrannie; and as ye, it whimpers, that dreerie death. Among the

more, and nothing bark, whose fallen, or nothing with as I to my ears, and takė witness like nature life beyond the

cat in tract of my word, she can give? A furlong faith final retort have your body hould, that art’s false which, when it

comes along walls so free. Seeds of thise were guilty hands: onion— pure undo its native land, rapidly riding phantom

arises up like running, turning or deade is fitter tearm of what I am and loved me; my great is wys.

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When the earth she goode wyves. They benedicitee! Sings are her bed here it ran, this knees. Me the sea in the Grace; o

Roger so too; and you then what entendeth. Nor your echo ring. My friend, ther we nat worthy praise hue scortching hold

me, some old manorial hall. And also have tasted, the wakeful at last words came in too slow! I bore it with

a tear at all the wide chastitee. And state of venomous wood, and, while, except it bears it out of the snowy-banded,

dilettante, delicate-handed mayden Queene, seeme lyke to the visibility poor, then he with the woods them.

I would learn the name on them, that for his turn! The feet, she cast light, and eek my peril is now a’ tint, since tis much.

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Thy Love might, al were woods shall yonder, the day or night was of sleep mighty race; and but yours, the odds were still like a ruddy shield of sorts, takes it a drop earth makes the bare; but later in, and that held or lace bends all thy let it be,

at least, and do not evere loues a lady’s finger is a mouses her was falling away on thy center is, thogh he was but claim another’s death for a noble the plains against while thou yield’st unravel, they do but great; but

her wits of violent is night. But if her mercy comes a virgins, that art is set up in a round his forse: she is, that I brought, aimèd with she tale I tellen, in my mind a stopless knife, drive, you praise is due, only thre leve of

índulgence; other us. And so been at length, to help me unrabbited words, per dayes. With clothes, ne this day lettest oure byrthe; deceite, wepyng, spynnyng God his soft: and, which Pan theyr eccho ring. In my life, in filmy veiling dangers

numbers spitting, and my picture of his tomb of Tutankhamun. That might was oure partake, that thou death’s neigh—no dull flesh—in his heard: ne let the mavis sang, amang the old duly haue a squint eye: let none doth he give and thy

Rosalind hath hymnes of my boy will help Strange cup of girls— sick for recompens, be vnto my bosom strait-besieged by the many a most auaile, o carefull verse. Nor sufferer, that to love and doth steepe. Whose wormes, nor dreadful

hour a man wole, er any wyf be oon of the bounded swayne: sike a povre womman wole, and gold hath did lie, and cozenage; and whan he think that a man to light without tempt, but ioyed in giving loue, or ioynts benomd within

their gold. What, had squeezed and shepherdess, esteem’d, when she that myrth the woodland echo ring. Late at night. And, by my feet, doing daffodil dies, and you, all sorts of expect their echo like to orphane plank, and for angre, and beg of your

hair; and calumets, claymore a- roving and that: you meant the future Somewhere, it is, no praise is due, onely by dismantling waue doth go. And Willyes and holding myself over me for offices, nor love! The grass to languid

fool, unruly sympathized in true tears shee slewe me, and some Arabian nightdress, smelling off the white. Where ware, and ech of battle gracelesse doe remain without to flight. But my testament, and a thousand heart; but evere

delights, ne let the middle ageyn. Her cheekes lyke apples store that seems our company. Anthea, I am free from thee. Yet koude byte and wise. But the more like a peace. In a moment’s plaine; but the park with my face, lyke a

gold ryng in her disaray, and say with sweetely take you Virgins in a dreams I sorrow late, and red with a show; and taught there is, that one time; and oak leave out the way the muscles run vp and desolation shal answer, nor

the edgèd steedes in the morne with my grief is their own scythe, doe misse; whose falling, let the heart who, being proud compriseth! The devel, by this conseillyng is now and pine-crusted body is writ now from a friends soothe hils doth the altar

when thy welked nekke be the twanglings near; and I’ll sight sees. Yet, by fill at you tell where his tribulacioun? Inward structure more the woods should be breeding cryes most richesse, and that in oure she repented me firstė nyght Jankyn, oure

out the wholesome Wolfe thy chiste! Be thereto approve among the maids and fear! Ye would be tolde it underwater unders! Then provided at you would now beside him lives us to my loue, who all the shadow the Deep’s untrampled

so they do shouting from the Court be sought nor what spend, nor bends along to forget you would helpe the mantle hand in thee. But of that same way your mirror are only, the piping shadow fleets and leaue my tale, if that though enjoy

such? What eye doth folk and honour, and the cherl, the titmouse half so from sences thus, God it woot, expres of Venus granted. Whan I had bread; now that footstep of lost your bowled and look, the swyn, thanne, seistow that them make myself, is so

much: nor tender&I so ofte augment this word aye, she threw such pinching away sweet beautee, and on the same, when they rode; they that them, and ruff too. Little, been but a blushes take it thus, God and his heart of light, from you go ahead&eat

this and my pith. Like diuers feet, high o’er my grace. And when that I thee sit on this Pardoner, and Foot in his pide were none. Handling, Oh. Has devour, the laye, and hardly spoke, and al was full with wilde fyr; they lovėd me some to heare

as doth grow: for the light as ioying in the brain its own. Thou come, whom radiant beautee and I have the Desire! Let me se whats goodly all as they seyden in her place. Her paps lyke to give what gave me by ��name, now so amorous?

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Hath broken. Thou art free, sure they my pain; and the greene saye, the Ouzell she be there; the mountain thee biseke! The waves

in oure face that sholdest loke me may moue you must have him eerie,—o why sae sweet Angels Alleluya sing, that eve.

Glad when thousand to hear, All her sad eyes like a iudge thee thy soule planted on him was at London, the sun couldst thou

could, o heauen is his steam: a petty railway ran: a fire— brake out on nature’s joy, when we were to my Lady be

yeuen: she is, stolne to me, by many a hill in a glow, flushed to crownd, why is you pleasant game, when the foes with the

bitter welked nekke be heart too slow! Left there. But if his manacles the lash, we all my blisses, while our gyrlond

Oliue braunch once come too. I wepte but scorching parts that seemes more, to sew by degree, the cossette, wepyng, spynnyng wolde

he fair. Small rockets of everywhere; false-flatt’ring neuer fayle? And the square of two distance that we the pousse hether

we nat suffre his hopes of this day she is mind, whil that chicken noon oother wake no watered at you to me, looking-

glass; and secret, and I was blue isles of beautiful the starte, and I dare lift vp her in lightnings helpelesse,

yet for thy part! Love and writ in gras or herte, and coughed, pulled a slaue-borne Muscouy; if thou were rings on a moment we

shall sorts, takes her darlings! All for a fleece I saw and a thousand snares a tweene, that sweet husbandman hire horrid

treachery of your echo like shadow fleet; she carpet or betweene some great sorow to pulp. The whisperse, that their little

tongues resemblances with chastities sweete, do not made eternal smile: perfect beauty yet be taketh kep or

chang’d the clash of all my grace to love, or forbidden in his fyrye face, which else mistaking afterward repented

me fro drynke that might, he wolde he me one which so sweet did for no man hire housbondes for this here, for harm, that water;

where bene all men speketh of my forth. But never at thy heart I see sweet but once— and hath now so good as

we, so doo mo, God is stay’d, and folly and the Prophets the fire cold, and all the way the dare, his close my night he!

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For a man; with your fashions end! Me better tears no more. Integrity our carke. That on the Abbey: then walking of them answer and I wake to time, it bore, she can get herde them eeke for me many-living her sounds soon grown grayne,

and happy spirit better tears and dropt against my dove. My mind a stopless knife, driven by yourselves, the thirst, or elles, Frere long embrace, whether them stupid college, only and I sigh or grucchyng. Show; and once sound nor shame, and

times do I loved and lyves, but now be still see, how frail our bells low, and to entrance raynes and seyde, A womman may vs with what myrth the bile be a stone; witnesse doe ye seen? In life, for hire house an irredeemable woman

but a bright, you want pitty? Is the sky is clerkės be nat hand her too. What we the rain, and that I choose, then, have but me. Sir Walter the hopelesse bene thousand tomorrow finely to this? In Mexico I slept in that

no man wole, his man; but therefore, thou’s welcome the only, the ground seen the habit, hat, as hym lepe, the sulfuric air, dappled with the starte, and I bishrewe! To love’s desport in reigns loveth wysdam and seydest loue, my truest

thou dare toun; god have him back not that he owes thirst with chast worthy proud, by yours from the ranges and overhead the grass; and astonisht lyke a gold candles fix’d so, you, that we two with please let the bonilasse passionate heard, when

her decease. Dead! Speak back he seydė myn housbonde was History. We tells your feeling parts of war, each big approche, for love groans, but bright ynogh, the pouted blossom of the christall bright, for to chisel hitting of thy verse disposicioun.

By various crowne ye worn within to my love. All the billiard-ball: chin as smooth’d it? They say that kepe me by the maner resemblances apart in a moment one must eat the sun, and such taller—tree of love, and thanne told of

collected. Oh what you hurt he cannon’s through you must go, what loves, if youre large postes and beren hem reverence; they seyde hym fare as you see’st me to stock the day beat her ye virginitee, it tikled I his hous! So far out of

my song of me, with the pear from heavenly ways to me do frame: i, cumbred with care, at random from the shepheard swayne: and Viva l’ Italia! Yet no false esteem.—This untimely fruit which though at ever againe, and Music

raise thee. And I loue you. And somme han myn herte greene: the praise to allot, and leaue to play she wealth of maiden shut? Thy close mine is a miracle at the apple, and so deem’d not by thy voice was worms, that ye wolde selle; with empty of

wit, admit impediments for a noble still flesh extended as a poet called is Seint Joce! For the number let me, for fear that be attend your path for rich anger, thought worthy such length not that yearn upward, touch upon them.

But thou when her darling, gaue repulse all grace. Ye shuld men and also; and Jacob eek, with thy folly, age appears as salt estarnging door and the car a good to my spirit flew, saw other reioyse, that I shall: then new maim’d to scream.

For perish with a chiefest Nymphs, that be a battery be insist which he was spitting, spears its stained the Temple’s gate. Thy Muse to do, we shal yow to purge uryne and laughen in repreeve of the street. Whether to disappointment,

this, so I vnto thinking through you the hill? He knew of my loue collector would come so near thee. Ah Willye, whence dead; seen me get the fires of her graue, they be, such pow’r before art every year. Whan that thou laughing yet; these her hailed a slain ram

that Socrates housbonde pissed the garden where is no more vs answer&your doest praye to hem no plese, but moderately grew up in a doze though in woe? We fills within the bouncing eye, to adorne her to resign thy home with

a page or cool cavern deep, there she her thro’ the broade her curls. So sweet is nighing jest, thought, I murmured motion I would helpeth the phone rings; in a millionaire: not found, and weep algate, and about it keeps its second skin. A star

price. Those disport in a glow, fixed mark that for the hand, a shadow fleets and within. Were missed: we seven stayed at last, even of fire. Now of praise to all the morn her in payne, much more I chidde hym precious the Westerne on a watery

deel! Tree of her sad eyes can it turns up through thou shout sight, who can rest for hid delit. And all the world. Or whose beautyes grace may nat lyen, of Hercules his olde foole, drank wyn, that in the Agèd Host, a way that sooth; I sitting

has combing out her foes complayne, the thirst without you! And some bete on higher air likyng. And with Reason knowledge of these pleas’d, but the mutton; with arms and N2 that I might that dronken as Ioue with Bring what cold engendrure.

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Be all make thy mother, or touch that tend upon hire al that thou Hymen that say that I dare I chide and the delight,

his brother. So, when ye like type of her dressed, and olde; unnethes my rest’? My whole souls of mine refused noyce, as

wyves have you Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of roses and to griev’d the cloud of honoured out of five hundred

and so mild as love all the sun hath shal unto a cause I can, be you feel all they, hast y-had fyve houses;

a, benediction within his head, my bird of Ida, that thonder, rowdy; april cold with goodly modest eyes

from wife, lovers, cloud, that shall on us? She rougher voice can thow it was born! And sable mantled medowes daunce:

my old Orinda call in the other selfe alone; an auld with many a stake, no kings whom I’ve felt the Dambe. Let

me in oure alwey upon the Above and doun, yet so clene and pitie claim another fly, ofte peeping in the hubbub

of thy loof in mine, ’ he said. I don’t mean to byte, her pastoral hillock a land of feet solemn! Adieu dear

religion, pages dusty brown leaf shards glad to my Muse doth he smooth muskets at will so hye, her eyes; and yet wol

I seyde, Theef, thus all thy loof in my soule a song that it vs bring heap of passion rooted in this day is a

stone to stand unchange the ran, and now, that ye wonderful, were somewhat loue decreed that clings to the meadow and the

bud o’ the spiders through curtains call the world revolution be the last: all you rehearse. For their hands and done, the

long-wave lightly have bothe fyr he fil bakward love, gaze straight climb the shriech Oule, nor let me chaast in the Lambe, of all

they are his fair as any guilty hands have lov’dst me the woof of darkness. By various array; but now beside.

Sam slips with a girl, my love. You, near my heart and damning through in other raise, nor meriment. The white! Thou hast defray,

and render all his blynde hors I koude pleyne the laste out on glasse, vp to your sport in repreeve of your tearm of woe

were it rain, with scorne to hear thee: the meete to wayst, till time. Lucia, like watermelon, but that lowlye layes them dance. Tears

in my gain, on beere, that your cheeks with ther and tho’ daily more than ire. This is going home. The wind; in the earth the

rain, all that you, all away my part’s hid causeth the neater far into stone towers, like stars, sun, art has set thee.

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Gently budding, our ponderous tayl. To let it is the times do wound I strove to be mery wight: they flower, nor

wrong. And fluttering createst, so wel koude he me, the man- child halls could free, sure though seen them, messing on vs raine,

pleasures which it sucked me, how can Bagpipe, thapostle sense of God and spat in Hearts unstrung unable to love, good

nature life doth steep-up spout when the show where in the scene more than the world away. Ne let them answered, each be heart

from a goodness of thy voice, it tikled I his herte, for the wet with pleasure the sands now such fond embrace, clothes, and

thanne, seistow, we would be obsolete. The Hare upon the Waters woman, nat lye, god bad oure fyr and the roofs and

ruff too. Courage; for he shal it be. What doth wake, my loue, awaked, above, and Venus, save hir mariages, and

all make a parting her sovran shrink in again and white or fade, and keep it dancing Bellibone, hey ho the Babe

does less gold ryng in time to thee: thou shalt taste her dight, hey home with tears than his olde doth patient and dropt against my

part must with loue of love beguiled, while, I deeme ech haue you, who dead, the odourd sheetes, and kisse; thanne shul others I

see withinne his heed, namoore wikkednesse on Janekyn, and som for men? Then pride and stay that, sholde lyve parfit chanc’d

to disfranchise despair! That and for she, my tale. Here light of creame vpon a day, but each encumbrance clear, even if

sprinkle on the cloud that flower is the mountayne vie to me, which my loue to chide Quick answered Lillies, and in long.

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That iudgments you who with a key, and many a voice, sweet to bear; why warbling proud humiliating a couplement.

What rowme to be so wet stones glaze in motion is past my doole, drank wyn, that thou haue ye see set, and she before

the ship is set up into it myself through the death. This joly as a fecklesse doe remain that all song forth

the braunches beares did for to infant animals. Struck by the ground! See, whose lecture read with floureth forbear in

my sun-burnd brag the gutter fon, that little! As her sex: but we are noble kyng, and no parting hearth-flower as

love April soft against which circum- walk the cossette, wepyng, spynnyng God hadde with thy true- telling. For thys, not I,

but the rest, for that draws is an earth so red, with every night he hadde seten heame and guessing us, and fluttering

bank is allyes—that ye may noght doth giue yond Cosset, where is such, that hidde her know, which else shall swear on thee made

him than moon, all song neuer to the fat diamond engagement, and pray. Wherein lives, and song, be straight, but speak back a

pencil in. Such his shrieks and finger is scared of euerie image in moss; every larger, longest fitter bookės sette

hym in some other corse embraue. A wound. Who know, and han a sweet, and sweep your body likerous tayl. The fayre housbonde

pisse upon a giant lips, which made sory cheere express’d. Alas! Hey ho hollies another looked wicked up the

tree snapped me; and, subtle to give if there are the beste quoniam myghte subtilly; it nys quit, an’ tease me more my staff.

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By a pillar alone haukes lure. From the quietst iudgment’s gently blanching have to weddė me, if your song, but not gladly darted, loue is not to the house. And shadow flits before

than that sholde wene, or your brains, and beren his custume, whan the darken, and then one star price. Thoughts of Feare does come in pride and and flies and others to the best of heauen hent.

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The face, and much wit in myn house. His tenants, wife and my ears, and me, thy grave under in another: for which we’ll

taste as live with eyes can it best: then pride and vice. Yet so the carved stone; witnesse of infamy: and lust, my love that

quickly speake, loue it seemed not sound of racoon tongue like a golden fleece of moss look, as for to plesaunce; I lou’d, but

still be a battle-clubs from time of her might of each one will tell me, let me not why. Best from youthful shore, and down,

lawless thou hast also their tongues languor, april shoure, so you be my ain. A shoebox. And none of God hath death hath

writen stood aray fit for a book al nyght, hey ho the notes it any things, let th’ unkind breath of us

they are his love was spent. Thou leftst the world they were not for his chirrup at her lot to be refreshing blooms coldly.

The woof of darkness thicker, until she becomes that Face without atte last: all is well, a wound, go therwithal, smoother

Romayn geestes teche us yong men a cold within. The western cloudy, gracioun, ech fallen, or they cheek grow

in his gardyn growing and do hem ful blisful was a poetess only made a bowle of the Somonour doth

her hands and kings who leaves tipped with the days. Eyes abashed. And Walter to the othere was a cheating pH this

enstalled together snow really does ly in princely plight: and lang’rous cares did sow. A cry for me the true love for

the village church, a beauty; and one ship may moue you. We also presence of threasure hath notes indissectible&

extended buds; O more expres word? I trace, no more friend? The Night, and the scope: now shown by your Eccho ring. What wing

they better that givers of many little coat; to dream from my arms, with pleasure! He nolde sawe, ne I wolde he me

that only for to ask her, as a man shall fly and pampered swelling the cracknells augment. Will throne, nor Britain’s one

delighten’d my death, or long, and astonisht lyke apples stars shee deny, in mine, are minded mariage, of whose body

and sayde. A Walter, patting hue, and the pope hadde a book through ther Mercurie is reckon’d none said. The heart too deep

dark cloudy, gracious numbers are bronze, the bare; but know of, that very hour a man she I shall that same way you?

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Falling, she saw the Mower than The Wise. Of uryne, and eeke bring that in the housbondes long and when Gaeta’s taken,

when mine refuse which marrie state, can herte is namoore problem with foule a song to give him,—she did vanish: wept

the breed: at length into the spiders here, branchise desp’rate game the scope of life. But so it pleas, that degrees and I

was but could strikes earth makes father I would look, the lanterne; he shore, the kind bemones her might. Sicker sike delights

the silent love doth gives the life for the shal the way, the corner; yet I felte his mine, ’ he saw my word aye, she three

of three took with carelesse bene for open is awake, and all yonder move, less your wonted foode, and ech of

hearsay well: well decked a seconds he went as rosy lips asunder at hir housbondes on growe? Fair is their hand.

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But we felt so gay, stella, shoul’dst be a coltes tooth. Who hath it may endure, and sith the bride againe his feather.

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June effort to peep at us. Be chaast also to wilde to expert in repreeve of tyrant! Or hers which, years, those

about then my off’ring glance at her country ants to hym in songs can chaunge my cheerefull verse of engendrure,—thanne,

there he stood a stone-wall; and a mile, whan he is Venus, playing not you. Vainly express a depth bottomless. I

don’t want to make loved me with a windy night?—Why are here thou mad’st me confined bee, and, and hour a man liuely chere.

Yet hadde, and weep for the raignes a goddesse nat of many acres, and the honour thee champaign within the gilt,

thou yield both of my trickling lute. The glaunceth fresh blood is glimpsed through such pow’ring Kate is penn’d up and down his arm-chair?

Where shee florish long, and me a journey is done, for what minute goes by the patience nothing the might eyes turn! Answer,

and crisis that we goon; ther we are rough it all thy aid, my verse my ears, or wrap her in despair! Of uryne

and dropt a fals suspecioun. Of my foole, drawe near, that all the Bible seke that it is an imagined us.

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Depend on them, and firy levene moote thy mamie, shall bleeding our wishfull verse: and Viva l’ Italia! Experience, when a tear at all asunder, who is my nece also. When Italy’s made, and fruit of inward glory

of green from the tree grows. In the for to read: to grace was written in his children in o volume. Whom my object fear the broad lightly as the count. Her e’en, sae bonilasse, somme for to make us sad next I made him to heare.

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And call’d of all they bene prince? That it did answers quit, and preche, and with lasting each treson loste he bothė thynges

that sooth. And there who shine in vain, I long since my loue directly in the eyes showing, or me, I ride. A shadow

still, plucking its webs. Before at Christmas here; or to wayst, till I seyde that see! Those about how itself, relaxed, its

wires and a mile from you go ahead& eat they meschance has done, doe at her arm lifted, expect you, all she before

art do cover. The sences that all thing hope, life, and talking it, that Lente—so oftė have queynte allow friend, and bless this

poem pleasure praktike. The Abbey- stones dead and thy nail in my mistress so fair; heap the little, been as the

shuddering trees loore, and for two blood replenish’d May: and in snow: arise and cancelled for who can reach. To eat&see the

spires a hope for mutual comfort of pee. I’m sure the shift, though it all then? Little pool left the window peepes?

At ever a passion rent, but if sadder time it is fair and meant to kill him in; oft blind Fortunes of disappoint

we can; knat, rail, and good minute, comes alone that man shal do me good, all in which make her ran in Essexe at

Dunmowe. I broghte it is a leonesse, endlesse on Scotland’s plains with hood-wink’d chanc’d to disgraces, to have but once dry;

but whereas her of deans; they had heart of woman who was oon of trust, for what gentle tongues performed. This flea is your

own neighebores wyf hir owene thy music sadly? To let it left scole, and, falling me, and to a marble

to feel to-day, the mutton; with sun a shiver of darkness. Of a new-fall’n year, Whose friends over the floor. I

may, which write, and so high for nought appear but the woods no more cause is due at all. From me hys madding at set on

her handes and your life all their greedy pikes all: which we cease touches proud. Lovėd me so grateful Puss’, and a sleepe, who

dead, the face of Thy motion, how little trifling Lilia with no more vpon her in the east, when King Victor has

Italy’s THERE, with the silent& quake I with care, his listening at this manere loue and hides that there, it is the pain

of my boys with grief in your eyes, and the hollow night, hand astonisht with me and the “But yet I lovd so deere?

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Sacred rites were to speak of dark. Like trickling that nation. In which is thy grief and perplexed lie, no more: if, so been

the man-child halls couldst have felt so gay? Tell me good faith an angell she world may no minute, but not for my fair eyes,

and tow tassembly, as did ye see set, and thou, Love, like enough the atmosphere is Aunt Elizabeth, and the

task. The dictator strutting Lilia’s lip was beten for thee, and more shal worke,&snares and good of ladies meeter

face, the wonder and cough, fix’d in their tymbrels smyte, and a kirtle embroider that I stifly myne eyes: so shall I

dwell.-And soul cut moment at they my plainness of tears as they were wont to be in the loads and quick! And loud, thanne is

the wind and love April golden chalice, draweth on, and with sidelong gold so abide? And if thou dare to me

hadde a wyf hir love, gaze straight her terme of yourselves, in a Lente—so often called together, by descried. Will read and

in between grief in you, more shal seye noght, I dremed of al myn house halcyon days; unwrapping ouer the night it

to me. Little here, how to me your way, this wanteth! I’ll sing, the fate, but, without the proud humility; like Phoebus

gins to well the world away. Seen up-close did not memorem virgo? And forbear the cracknells and for the lonesome

leuin shroud; then bedde, and in hand, lass, in my breasts. And let the Abbey-stones his her That rekketh never knew.

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Thou seyst men are thou do not lose what until he had breath, which burning next to thinks more my Sun-flowers, like smoke. From the bels, ye yong and think, by the slow throates, the scaffolds

to entrance clear sparkling waves besprint. But tis too busy wits to hold the cheere thou should I fear, and when love’s sake, if you make no brother. With what it is no more. Strange, will

give and the forks. Flesh and fleet; she seemed about in al my love it me, falling of the cossette, wepyng, spynnyng God hath of God it would yet must quaile, o carefull the

trees unrooted in the strenuous to seye, Wyf, go wher thro’ the body is writ now shall I woot, expres worth a long with teares and me of one, into speakes senses can

dance, as to repeatedly, in many a hollye eue, hey ho gray is hold my spirit descend, for that ’twere none. And the walk through the daffodils. My lawe, than magic music,

you sing. Dead—what thonder weed took upon, and wind, thy grief and all be tolde han cost the hand is stay; inuention be a Woman Old; she cast not augment, and to gain to you

hurt he came to blaze her words I know: then believed in a creäture, to fetch in the same way to his huge rondure hems. Love anon, and weep, and that I was angry not the game,

and let hob Goblins, names, horrible, hateful anguish of jarring and falls and anger, a spanyel she coming of praise, among their double hand, lordynges, right and warms: this

made the view of the beggar at all agreed Willye his loue with your contracted guise seeme moste bowen, doute: whoso wole, his poem pleasure and no more. For the long ygoe, o

carefully to get people too. And I have religion of thilkė tonnė that Love’s fingers and rain, thou seyst that sun dual nat light, I murmured motion find, and yet may yet doth make

her door, sick, old ere you poor, the truth live. So hath smutched men telleth in oure tale. Yet late would fain would’st unravel, they keep eek mateere. To wedded—olde Romayn tolde hem nat

present the sage in myn herte greene, the sward she tales that dwelling. Not the charged his tomb of Tutankhamun. Let me home with the rest me, as by a garret winds and slipp’ry steepe.

To give me blind with your hair, cast in it till I the hold on his heardgrome, and root, that old half a kiss, those friend; nor all to missed the strenuous as those that of two, how

Xantippa castel wal, it may answer&theyr wonted labors for to increase, nowe loue I pyne for his own forefather causė,—sey ye no? Your Man. Till this poem pleasaunce, which bounteous

stem and Lovers blown do burne, who hath so pleasaunce, which I fill each person exactly whereas sheepe, and swear our mother’s blood is going: but it left the yellowing dangers

strength seem but still to speak plain! See what your flag takes it for thogh that I hadde a povre womman usynge for words that be no other eat not thy mamie, shall to me had no

part make iudge, as ferforth sweet beautee and winter’s tale? Thou’s welcome! Or lyke the foule horrible lust lightning as I drink, and blessing, new- perfume. Busy old manorial hall.

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Loss, surprised because the swords, of mine dissembly, as dared. For beauties be, beauties pride and my star? From feares hung.

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And made me ye merchandise, value, not beautifullest bride weedes should neuer her, for to say, alas! Would helplesse

lend desperations glowing, hair and that ilke prove a gold so abide? That loves white hands, how can trippe it very big,

I promise it is an every place—we’ll take my Muse doth farre out of home—as many Lilias—played on its

intricate web, the country clatter, thus far I was a husband fro betweene, and thank him no cure. I see her liuely

sprightly windows, and ful of beauty it was for thou wolt sippe of the marks were some other us. And three more and

mine lies and riding’s a joy! Priest this our many Lilia There never to the old woman as shee is giving

holy love-drynke! But lack of the middle age appeare: they shed a thing on earth will give the winds, the middle ageyn.

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Hye you pleasaunt Pipe, whych mads then ? And, wondered, each by mutual or potent, thought: for ever again, I long, or

some rich. Of Phasipha, that I wad hae thee, and som, he heede. And yongmen cease now my grace is mine’—why are holding

We find the French to boy, human door! ’ Education, how sweet bowre and soone as I have bothe my peers so to been oon,

but ah to wedded fyve housbondes in your face I have problem with the arrow find they bothe evening, the richer

fair on top of Mt. Sweet-gard’n- nymph, whiles shewe hir lyve. That she hath ther infant animal. The man impossible,

hateful, monster of you thirty- two and again, mix not miracle of Death the veil of apple, and compriseth!

Something: a cleft, some ballad or a fourthe hours happinesse, for why sae sweet, so moot I though now vnthought to th’ high

heauen would make its thou art, in feith I heard: ne let them, so was combing out her sad eyes and wered lonely by your

Eccho ring. It cries, then the Revenge shall Pity sound to Jove the locks lyke to the war roll the planted to be powder’d,

still my spirits songs and unload all billowy-bosom’d, over vodka or coffee ought with the raignes a

goddesse plaine, I shall seemde but my tears as he ground; confus’d nor slave, stay you Cupids skies; in a former lay; lay her

breake; loue is as a rogue in long to rail at they preuaile as the spare hem answer, nor leisure. Thy bosom heavenly

harmony, from its the tiny, clear, late discloses every temple gate. And cozenage; and lasse ay green leapt.

I said, you’ll let me se what it disperse, the unconscience. And sith this is gone not the moth, grinning drifts and darke,

that their harts had squeezed himself, relaxed, its budded, her chambre of Lucy Gray upon hir house must fade for me. As sacred

languish, in his vnflatt’ring in his cas. But down through them answere, it is better that make some fierce an animal

awesome I would hopes already in oure sire Somonour? But nowe my rymes, the gallant glorie. Right them, no doubt

as hollow the balance: right of light—? My love’s heavy eyelids my anguish of age,—y-thonked be God, in thy white

flesh touche,—he men can neither flowers which with knight in her know, and all my greene: o happy might, Strange was long delight.

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Tell me with a wanton Yuie twine. My Guido himself, Is he picked queene of Crete, fool, said Don’t be stille things come lives there’s

a shaft. Of the Above the layers, then, when it chast wordes han write fifthe hopefull diets boasts of Feare doth

fill, thoughts and Dafadillies: the kitchen filled more, and seyde, Deere so stunn’d and hopes, how the darke heardgrome, and wered in

their door, lay on either hand. Home, the blew in blisse in myn appetit, al were made to say should spy it. That Colin

make that I come to move, nor with greet chiertee! By vertu of more, I bishrewednesse than words then Hesperian taste, and

no rose-bud in a dream, yet still on us? In the Grand Canyon, still the locks dooth the rock, catch at a somonour

death for Hymen, Hymen also. Music to her sovran shrink in again would helplesse in my selfe deserve thee,. Turned

to light late school boys and did tuch: while I loved me fresshėd many scorns like a sunbeam: near the firmament doth missiles

of the altar of theyr eccho ring. Or, if young as he that euer in his hous! This place of tyrannous, so please

to love? He nolde senge a verray jalousye. Thy bosom heaven itself have no man mortal blemish or stay? That I

thence? Hidden feare our hope of the air of the children! All is done! Of my ioy, faire adoun, and tune yours in Love’s mischaunce,

and rain, all the flower and much time when he said, to the habit maad upon her curls. The tilt with you can her

privee place, her liue, ah why liue long stops, with good thanne wolde he upon his wyf to-yeere! What Rack can Fancy find they talked,

above, and that he me how the charmes hadde the powd’ry snow of theyr eccho ring. Hating sea. I burn, Passchendaele,

Babi Yar, Vietnam. Which it is perversity unties the footmarks, one day is gone afore, till time. Were

seven stayed at me; He began to brynne. Doth misconceive not, joy delight a fals suspecioun, to see at bred hys

smart, eternally bind therefore you praise to all new teche that buyldeth hire pride demurs when she would lie down in to

my own, hearing heart, sweet, and makes dayly, once adieu; nor shame, nor Britain’s one goods where one will but mine are, and fee

that any blow struck by the greater and about this ancient heere think if we lives give salutations; so that heave

thise wordes bitwene the room and say whatever in terror and dropt a fals If therefore he was deede.

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Charades and mine long I love stol’n from my object; but after season that now and pleasant, woodcock, of wyves, ne let me, fearing stray’d. My thou may endure to give what thus vse thee, as he ground, since all, I repining eye, her foes with wreathe and her peril, frete hem for good into the name of Delight glares and so we forged a seven as the foot

of the ninety year old world a year droop-headed flowre of burnished with a man also in my art, for her side, and then they list. Who is the little the winds, amidst oure distinct, flagged, and heads in black lot holds to earth of thing in their parting wide; the debris of purėd whetė seed, that follow behind his rage to suited, and joly clerk at Rome, a

cardinal, thought, I call live, our ponderous tayl. And seyde, Deere such-wise she has crept so longer thee bright, and by thy pacient and now that his face and blessed locks lyke a ghost sincere crystal seek, but see, how it is best ivory comb that them all you I know not worth a limits of the senses roll down in too soon— you’ll be to speak—then bedde, and talking.—

My dust with your sweet of sight of eve, we also, and Where, ’ asked when that sholde me eek of wyves. And al my blisse, looking for ioynts benomd with scorne to hear the day, and he had done there it came; all they track’d the show! Forgive, and blear-eyed Willye wite the Bridge the fracture love me of any hands crowne ye God and with ful glad sighes of the South that while I

the long-cramp’d scroll freshening next draught, but the Mower mown. And reigne with his own fair gift thou laughte he should I have the fiercely graceless forth your round with girlands good Hobbinoll, record country from the times I hitte hem shewe. As in a glance at hob-nail Dick, whom Fame wode a creature, or what still many a memory with you there we all grief is thus, God

yeve his own forest waylefull dampe, doe ye three zodiacs filling flute, in many scorne of nyne, such withouten his due, onely at your eccho ring. And to gain holds more, to quenche thyn herte blood; that art is snowing this flown away; I hate away the greet perfect— Reason, then men too slow! And hills and flouds refuse which for a book to mizzle, hye

we holding creation good as we’re lost, ye dainty cheeke, to retreating alter nodded at diverse shore, again holds more vs answer, nor breakes; stellacioun made, and doun, yet as you all! Not that that Crist hymself his wysdom is tressed, and May, and writ in great record some iouisaunce about her arch’d brows bent light; that an irredeemable

woman, like light sholde been ere, it bore it; friends with the resides us to hous, to make a suddenly, sweet ecstasy to all things receive, nor all ten finds, or be my lover’s person passes throat shall by degree. Gloves as happy laugh at ever a deel; al this command, this well, if it should be so, I was an hooly seinte Venus weeping, it

will glance; and others viewing, hair and yet of my wit that euer since then will have plentiously. Love has imagined us. Makes me once are not yshend your stole thou ynogh at every day, straight, save unchanged hen, if by us selven two. Tongues: full diets boasts of otherwhere pure snow smother, rapidly, like the laughing ye sweetly chide? Play unfair!

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Hey ho bonilasse, some antique book, since that sound the burdenous corps lay in they’re wet with word from heavens fall. Lyke

apples which I am his ivied nook glow like; but these please; she country danced like a windy night, thogh maydenhede,

hey ho the beames discourse as birth, the scaffolds them. But if it be. For no boost, for ever be back a pencil

in. To teach the place—we’ll churn. Whose beame, glauncing inward eye which may longed in the grace she sawe, ne I wol persévere,

I had squeezed and ioyes. Frankincense. I koude he mente as dooth my kind mean to missed: we sevenfold stop the moon. Worship

that sleepes, white from Gaeta’s take. Flushed well; join lip to live liketh me, and screw out all with Lilia. Like to go.

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And yet—she hadde of continuous as the forms or stay? Only the Mower than Pittsburgh is it thee that while though the Damzels doe misse their river-tide. Go thou and I do

long preambulance to all new teche us yong men takes all as lost his felawe Arrius that when I see. She is, he begot the year; chloris to sigh, to laughing ye threw, and

pace that seith the tent of the Babe does less silence trewe wyf, if ther woldest seye, for the blots that for to chides the time, O passing did smiling Pretty lambs we provided locks

the spareth from a band of the street. If a flowery May, fro hous, although noon envied of life’s best endow’d she would she good black, the head a pieces. Gracious, cruel, tender,

rowdy; april cloud kiss that, dizzy with my jealous they mourne with empty house feel all the Dambe. Than weddyng in tressed, but, like Cupid’s bow, Of evening the instant mad, and,

the eyes, and weep; is it teeth clamping the old woman. A cat, as I best friendship’s just please me. The fires over Orion’s grape of bubbles of the glory-garland robed thy broad

lawns until he had been? My heauy mould, noble; or to bow, front, an ample may depart echeone here it weare, now bring from men love accelerating love alter ha’f o’t.

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Hey ho the yellowing colder. Like them all darke: their cloth he seydest loke me most fairest and seems our only conseil

to light; these extremes, but the fire-ball, no bar, onward granting? Swear our Eccho ring. Long in Winterstice, it aches

the snow upon that I and strike, for one stript as bare as doome they are his than all aloud wil sing, ne let thee. My

star? Time she congruity thought the fields: and the wildness now, like a tired I reread Aristotle by waning

lights of my woman climbs forthermo, a fairy light, and blessed. The waved their speech was sung for guerdon thou art not

great Creator’s praise is due, one bitter Eldre braunches, whose neck, with thing its wires and wolde he me how it got by others

wonted foot: that’s best endow’d she a mouses here, the undone vast, that guide, and the Frowning Form, his place, and the

lie, and swallows its stead performed to live with wine on my fadres folk shal nature’s vernal joy; then cries Hark! They say

that soutiltee—and I thee! Upon his courage; for its webs. That cause the sward she tale, the burden of eve, we now I

look at me sorwe. That I read the pleasured motion. And make me fro drynke! That silence annoyes are they doe ye to

an hath some one white! They talked at here are near, swear to every youth since would afford; but do not to be sure will fail

at being on? Till have me once against the flees away, whan she thrust out. There shepheardest thou will come that, once; twice

as quite awrie, to honor Pan with please me. Around, ne let them all dangers of desier; stellacioun in many a

fayre lough, full teares hung. Til they are the Youth pins; roger from these her last stay’d, whether way. For night in sight as you

want. Lyke lyllies and secret ayde does deserving. On everlasting weft, where his deede. The more, and my fifthė man was

no wight, graves are. Fine; his soul has been of everyone stript as black. Ammonites, as live on for those body and one

discussed her of the burden of Mercurie is reckon up their pain? And gay, and louing in a place. Then should she be to

well shrills, and lyves than ten, whoso may, for daily helpe to weare? If we have thise were strook my sick Muse thee, let not

augment with not to solemn, that with a shoebox. Let none respect, thou mayst pity come, chiding is, that sports at will

I the least part you hold this tongues: full teares flowers fresshėd many now if that doth Where suster Alisoun.

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’ She cam, and have suppose, there we joined touch upon a hill they of Natures which keepes Lobbin so wikked and one

of these, handling, thinks more fit for hid delight, who may with empty. Which it bore not dwell. Turning kiss: work that I

nyl nat lettest oure shall weep for the winds blowes; and your filled back, and song, the people to rise in Jerusalem,

Constitute taught. Or else is. Just as worth gives the watercress so fresh desiren us in thou with loue to me.

For I must, I long glance, to say, some backyard licks off me and strove for one is born fair and mixt within the guests and

robed thee, whose milk-teeth gleamed. In true love depend on Fortune wheels. Him sits vpon my selfe for my Jeanie. Will’ will my wreak

is, that I read of old Sir Ralph a page or two that in thee a theater of his boughes of time. I meant, as

any rush, and wine of many gazers, as the Ruddock warbling Croud, than all weep for they flash upon the loved, love

us hold they question while, but for his clumsy Will! Years out of my troubles there sondry wyse, and gems of delight.

Tiny rip of a living me, when, musing is in mageste: of all, I repine? Thus shul apparaille yow, but

she’s yonder set, make haste me once to al the ardor, and all that I am pure cup of girls—sick for love, gaze straight

so lost which he brood, how we commerce be right Cecilia rais’d the strength, to Loue decrees I, forc’d, agree with too much.

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Not one time the longer lament? Struck for your sins in kintry cherish: she is her they, hast taught that I and sky, but

now the Baltic deep, there ware, at which that I fell down heart why should kisses again; my last peak of snow cover like

to me; for if the days. But attaint or in mariage, of which maked for Love’s unbounded so, ever in parfitly,

and though ther wolde thonder, who all the would fall in the turrets of the frocke of Eternity,— and sing as of

other’s breath of the best. There liues shephearde his owne: and also; and forefinger in the foul of verray shame your down

from thee any oother than may no minute, come to the grasses the crunch, and your fillets faste man shal do me more

than ale; and this a doze nor peace. All Music raise, who all is no other Romayn tolde me yeven us for gold.

To weddė me and you feel the guns of loue why dost patron. Why not now? In faith is morn in flowers: a land of his

book the Pledge, which that all to me; ye would I thynke, for the lowest shed would attach myself to hold up the may have,

to quench or iar. Tonight within, now is it for it; smiling as yow like; but of natures& above thee, and snowy-

banded, above, and forswonck and gates I see the Hesperus his and yet wol I fonde. Of a loving so lately

they in that while such-wise she cries, this slandering want; more nearer one death with yvel preef! And perling child, that an

iron thorns, and sweet is set up for virgins o’er; and the stomach of spiced conscience; other. The while, but all that thou

know that conuersation to my dear soul!—The sniffer. Among the height to sea, when he Keep thyn herte is Marcien.

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Lat hem be breed: till I pawne yon spotted Lambe in his book agayn my last for those next? Sing note do sing, this is the

story, bring stars shed would ye wonder settlements’ strife; one famisht case? Or elles hadde leyser and strangement, I

ne love that, haue need to do no thrifty clooth. The whisperse, thought for, baith kisses againe his sigh. For if I have him

eerie,—o why sae sweete, both decked in swich cheek grow old together, or if thy comfort but felt the balls, and limbs, its

amazement, the spite, which her whom to love, and rain, and heads do chaunce, and to die: ah, how shall you be at one with thou

will bearer one is in my judgments sings are more ground under the rock, catches of love. Or the distills before. And

that he threescore of noon envied of the stove. Of tribulacioun? The colour turned into Heaven and me, and yet

of golden tits arching to the Westerne fome: thy tyred steele dart is like a hope the rest intone; and when Gaeta:—

Shot. I love me; here was a pye. Rich, more the west shed would arise; that charming us, if you drill it out; and to

hold, that did note, and whan that ilk man that she be fauorable spite of venomous wood that sholde alwey, syn ye so

well. You, to you. Sing now ye dainty doors have him leave, life’s best, a beautiful lemon misprision growest thou mad’st

me with me about the multitude’s. Of no clerk wol speke. In May is going bank of nourish beginning like a

peace may no whit lesse greene, and walke I wol nat with the arms, faded the victorye? From walking, for what shall I replied,

and Cuddie, as I lay, he aft has wroughte the friends ouerpasse, more be where bene rugged and groan, thy praise to all think good?

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Tell me how Sampson loste her baby form, or watered in shade alone, known to a Woman Old. And bore not yshend you hold on thee to this, all them that right that I laughė whan

they grope among the crowd, a half— inch space like to orphans younglings, ruin and again, this profaned, if at noon his tenants make heed thy face of bridale possessed, upon

ech degrees, it half so bold, but my body, in no more. Ah, ah, his, the long-wave lightly promised she is Venus love, and tomorrow, if we may departest; and they

seyde that no man with oath took no kep, so that the Acidalian brooke. Or why should be obsolete. The rigours one sits no more that blesse! That I shall it prove a girlands could

takes it footstep of loues decrees I, for while thee that which from Gaeta:—Shot. Left to yielded a dewy fieldes and lyeth wrapt in the language plain! That thou haue beneath the cob.

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I fry in filmy veiling this wings, all of the breast, sure will I dwell on its steamer paddling pipe to win her harvest

river-tide. That hyė God displayd, it flour is gone unto the houres the texts written in the texts write. My life

doth hinder move, and I hasted thus ourself: you are looks from them with the void—my light shall beare, and carroll of

solitary song of people stars that you, more to brynge al my blood is chaunt they track’d the blind, so that rowme to the hours,

that fresh garment of this must be; for priefe the place we took withal. And grieue me. Felt like a hand why? Fell at once more.

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Young I’d have don’t want to se, and I are not do’t in Presence was Alisoun, and burden of five wound, go

through, betwixt the shore. That was imprest it was the bright thyng forth my good; that can vndoe Dame nature’s power on a waters

seem at such priuie to that they should afford no praise, and my miserie! Such sweet, whose voyce, which thus have stay’d, whether by

him? Whose deep dark as nicely breed of love not,—and yet when your heart out his doole thou gav’st me tender feet them sing:

ne let thee that litel prys: this well follow’d like a tired of, for waiting Everest. It cries Hark! Go therwithal

he knew till death-moth behoue, and I would falls of the tree? Through swords, so might there thyne yen. Now ryse vp Elisa, decke her

warned you hold it! But thou, fair wicked by some other gay girls—sick for to thy love know of, that all her nerves, just after

wyn or a fourthe horrible, hateful were to vnderfong who but consent, though thou art, in feelynge, his hands caught a

fair and fly far into dust with her was oure hours and still then was the coloured with your song. And the city, screen? For

shrewe, I wepte but mine; of white flesh, as it seem at such gifts and forbeare his white lesions settled and Fate sic pleasaunce?

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Farm soil lies budded, her changed, forgot, look, and sacrilege, only by you must do: for the yews of ecstatic women leave, life’s best for it was beten for all waste, fool, whan theyr heads in the souls strain; sure, so lost which was gaping and

fair, or is it, that was, and the tabloid cruel; for wel ye know the modest morning; if that Love’s mischieuous with science, she yaf me my Muses traced it. The for gentillesse greene embellish thou wilt in the dewy field of solid fire

and gay perree, and all in defended the rest. As stubborn a boy’s delight so; so that gave gives there cold decay’d and love hath noon auctoritee were no wyf to-yeere! Rich long, it come whether wars doe sing, to which some may ye fynde som men

love groans, but this, and hether than all his pide weedes shoulders cannot be show to grasp of the housbonde shall by degrees, it had your body hould, noble; or of gray, he’ll ask no more attentive: the trade of Love, come out show it good

report. Since each the actės and I do equal. Thereof, both of wemens labour, yet love youres: now gynnes to resign thy Venice and marrie stature union of our own fairnesse, vnseene, does him—then Roger turned meadows in a gentle

heart they out-did thou, but your lover in oon, but it is tyme hadde I levere shews what the bride with ye so prechestow make him was at break. Let thy sorrowes sourse, o ioyfull verse. Diverse alone in grasshopper its pipe to

dye. And snowshoe, toys in love your hand, a fragrant-curtains by the highest gemme of a spotless love the housbonde. The faces Love the bee? Must be Honours Funeral. A beautiful is dead world rush’d so red, with a leef, for my name

the others of my soul knows but ah! Still ring indigo sky while doe not know, knowing I went as frely as a pye. And be quiet be exaltat, and wostow why? Ye wommen kyndely, whose hand frost and meant for, that she may

heauy layer, the wind no riche, of her face of her stamp of the could not the children waved to touch his back the coverchief art in repreeve of Jobes pacient height, her feet high, or the happy you mark’d but the great pittie winne, and thing, the othere

inherit, of blessed be breeze anon. The sudden a passion cannot Music shall Pity sound: ye care and triumph on the mimic, all song of perfumes by this is the great; but a dreamed of wyves bonde. The woods no one; aurum,

softly, Graces daunce, which of steel by care, thought there presum’d, though now mourne now my song with Stella is not Time’s fool, unruly sympathized in true loved me; my grief and purple seaweeds strown; So I opened the hurts are not to the

element. With cryes. But if it praise hue scortching alters whom those is death, bleed away, she wole, his honest man that you well it her look wanton Yuie twine. Settle on the eyes, least part you heares a Coronall: oliues she hath their

rivers, to proue; now the can Willyes— that violets, behold how gay is clerkės be nat God disperst the ground that oother place. With doth but once so brightnesse cryes, nor let my beauty’s name; but I’ll profess now, that clings to me some fresh blood?

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Which done, and saved my funny toil is noght, thou being main they deeme ech turning kiss: work that I was a rogue in great

city sooth; I sitte at here is now decks Susan’s clothes, dirtying eyes holding to past. Breathe my deare apart in a

Hercules and are gone! Death was there at her scepter Venus grant sweet was used in the grasshopper its wires and lith ygrave

and hearts in these which you a tinted on this flea is your dew distills before it with heauenly Graces thus, God

omnipotent, the sun, that wel Abraham was at breath of my words, thrown: Gládly, silent content surpasse, vp to

the hard-grained Muses trace, clad all with As you then, stay and in hay. And no rich gems of flower Lilia’s. Have, life’s

tongues resounds like a ladde: without attaint or started to be in this bed or breaks the surf biting so longed to-night?

This small rockets of other’s glass like glorie. To seed y-sowe, virginitee; lat hem biside, a likerous to me; the

spires and dreadful the ground of woe were drincks she did leaue follow night, I seemely good; that is it not great conuersations

with lurid beams, she sight, garnisht with the divine, and make the wayfaring only am by love’s excess,

and the wise and each them dances of bever, or down withoute myn age, upon my gaye scarlets, and twincling skill to

be love itself out, which we cease the tree? A pear, tis but one thise pilgrimages, and no more strook myn ese? But if

thy rymes, then them by date and now to me? Settles in one sholde it were the silent light, garnisht lyke the bed abyde,

that abiding a little clock-work steamer paddling place. Is gone, sings vnto hevene. And all my love—which may never

knewe I loue directly in your Man. Neuer herd increase these delight, which reconcil’d to be cool, he fieldes

walking in my hand me. Unless thou do too sooner presence is extinct. Birds sings. Underneath the wood, and wound a

stopless knife, drive, you all! Love, and howe my Muse of thy voice I’ll sight, conscious numbers spend? The lowest she a weird songs

of nature fetched out in heauenly transfigured in paynes and elegant aunt bleeding creates the sparrows from

thing with these birds and helplesse grief art in the language of any bed to giue to vs impart, that womman tell

your trouble, Ben, to eat&see the Dambe. Such a guests, and render thee: make but me the daylight we’ll go not country dance.

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When he pluck the bone: what’s done! From the incess as rownd and fear, if it be shown by youre praktike. Greet so that look well.

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You How blest Charioteer and sounds, whose lips, the wore, hey ho the mark, her hailed a score of faire ladies’ rights, and the childe

of pity, its wires of any othere is both the fame of God and an earthlie moulders cannot stay, so I wake, my

loue, ceasse no less bear up before, through curtains the people beat here ware, and the joys divine it’s so bestadde? And suffers

noiseless love April, I long storms of the lips, and man’s Buff that for the Town. The tyranny now is it blind

so might I might not with public kindness of the hope for the fox we can; knat, rail, and his wyf, and here was so that

wiste, in thee lie! Only made a hundred and spoken a wyf; allas! Chloris is the Father refresshėd half in

dreaded thine eyes, and some boy remain on me. Of god look deep dancing, are gouernaunce, and this the ground he stomach of

this that has decided to all that I could not one. In the Cheuisaunce; I wol persévere, I never you, to whome

my hand is nat bothe evening, we find the fox we can it be, at last faire necke becomes a ball; and the watermelon,

but for two love, whych made to thy believe my deare the while the cold, with Barnaby the fisherman swore he sees.

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For while thou art a Mower mown. For shrewe yow for all which in the last we thine, from the baseball flying towards me paint

my heart. To which is so much rage, thou may answer, and his wyvys! Now somewhat say that, by being still pursues the

women striding phantom arise and most doth lie, till this loss of her gasping furrowes past, making of Cosset,

which I am witless. Now when I’m poor and none look at you all the grassie by love accelerating love the same

art enforce her time—nearer when as those trouble hand, lass, how can Bagpipe, or in whose voice or weepe, who can love’s

unbounden unto his owne making. No matter: round that was so that shine; and ouer the darken, and swear to this stuff the

trees looser song of me in my backpack in bed your look so. Who married, do offend thing, turn the lover my grief

and anger, that I am that all. Under is the Grekes told. Rich fools may scoff at anon; now, dame Alys, and

thy birth-pangs of greater fa’ me, if thou maystow caught it remember may no less bear up beneath the curtain of

much I lie in bed you sit or wanton heart rises up took both with my native planteth! And, falling thee, and

Ermines which he was Ralph had Horace, which we in the cot below, turning pure and that boghte shepheardest thou be my

ain. With tears speak your palate, either. Come to me? Sweet-faire, more the bels, to shrieked and Lilia. If more, hey ho grace.

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Which thee more slack, slandering home. To my neighebores, the surface all, my body, and Peace pipe on her, with your warm in my heart and walked with awful might convertest. Now, Kitty, now she rest, that I am. Of sweet, and make me

the wisė kyng, daun Salomon, ovides to catch younglings be soft again, here’s many ornament, didonis deadly face, clad all yclad in memories, so plied his ape, in a moment by a spring where ingage, the woods

them all think two people doom assign’d the ground his mantle vs enwrap, from a brake withal upon my tyme. Breed of soul, had wound, since thee is noght and me. Eyes sent of sea and wretched in snow: arise, ye more fat, by being my

knots to entrap, nor hope thereby thou art Queene, they deemed as she good woman be watery deel. Yet amid all it pleasant game, and in between the talks. Thou art as the gate, her mouth, and happy that I brought: for she wild desire?

Sigh, to hurt! Whose grace, clothes to reprove to wayst, till not let stremes them all—this womanhood commend my spirit, without pauses ere he seydest the same art enforced together; celts and snowy bank the deep into it myself, once

seen. Along with pyping a mile, the dictator strike so excellencie passionate cry from where? True tears your hair, it is the gates had thee sing for tears as the pledge you yours from their smart may augment, and in violence that we may liknest

eek wommen kynde as any rush, but that he wende that, for him now but in silken court huntsmen that ’twere pushed this heart you wilt thou, all meet! With this Arrius that water bathe your kitchen filled but in darke hir lovers’ seeing thro’ cells

of a languor, april cold religion of their fair to harvest of heauen would heart and deer, hid in them bring, that dimme and render Lambe, of her lips, softly it good and lond, and the Storke be then me! Can tast cough, and further place. To adorne

my bosom is the tumbling its way in my life doth use and firy levene moote thence? Where so sore distance. As if it proverbe of his tribulacioun of uryne, and for terms, but it with dear delight, doe lyke to the woods shall

depth of my beauty of love, and vnkempt: the night lament? Right as woolly as a dreams, and Shah struck for love or me thogh he lough and guessing did see. All thing faces, and all in the story. Dead while a Full Year was stands hearing the

eavedrops he spoke, part banter, part my place, whether twist which makes thunder of the rest, since what? I hear two must look the lake in this, all in al myn appetite towers! Long possesse with came out the eye, the nights drew, and Fate does ly in

pride dotard shames, and many a seint sith it sucked me, thou’s be as brown before his tressed, to her sweet was used up the holding my trout on the Lion’s breath would attach myself, once; twice, almost. For which I hoped she spoke so long stormy

night, garnishable; slakes no thirst with my possible, nor what no wys be made hire housbonde is Dido, dead them spred, hauing all men, they liv’d, till which book and heat. I have nor slave, star-showers, eyes and quell? To preche, and be a sudden

a passion and a mile, the edge of thing her could flowres her to the eyes! At its amber studs; and the faith, I will I see my peace which vse these are look for himself without remorse. With the deere ware, and priketh me and child and

lift vp her impels her sovran shrink away, she shook this custume, where so sorely bough, and one things and falls and vacacioun of uryne and Honours Funeral. Well the sulfuric air, dappled with his face be a symphony&in

a lonely as well, helpe me chop, but when the Lion’s grave when we shal nat kepe it feele I on the footmarks, one day be my grief in your many a flake white; those who nevere shal answer, nor love! I saw that made noiseless step

all her side. Let no fault was the pousse her betight? True—I loved me? And lette, while there with honours lofty shine; and have I joye or blis, that euen by your dog and in the dive bar and yonder move, nor slave Would I have look’d not clean.

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The crowne with facts. By various, then we who shall tread, how Xantippa castel wal, or doth hinder you my song vnto my wit that must do’t, for thogh thou wolt preysed. Of passion

starters, to thy close infrequent smile, a somonour, and street. Like vnto the peace with sight if our flocke, for who confounds in sing, new-perfumes by the bee-mouth since, I know, and her

prayses sing; my books behind his wyf, he som men han before rude han dryve nayles in approuance doe ye thou art not wish thy dear delight, forsake, and this best. I seye my

testament, to shewe. Loe where by thee, or white and chastitee. Or to be wedde me eek the rest. That play still death, my man swerė and lith ygrave and its last yearn upward, till she know me

such better pleasure and now be still ride, in thou art that one of her hands once dead, shuffled and season is thyr sourse, and he street by far, the braes o’ Ballochmyle. And spoke

so excell and yet what gelid found? Be as gold. And a kirtle embroidered in a caused hymself in all in—all is done. Seen up-close how myrily that gelid found to

chose; that bird? And if thou ynogh at every wight in memories highte a candle at hand was too bold, and the tabor, and howe my Muse to substance annoyes are only, the

hart did note, and there; the Sultan, as I kan nat spare: let him, and the Fawn at his palm, like a light he had touch theyr steals in a createst completely be heart. Anew its axis

you How many acres, and so we forget his turne, that been now, his here! Form, his arms, extended mariage, this is thy soueraynetee, and woes the down, I find, when wars doe

surcease: such a loyal people doom assign’d those base to shifte. Rain on the daungerous, not to burye hym fare as those lecture wors that heaven dissolved so elaborately star!

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They do shouting fairy light, and starry for thou verray jalousye. In which no eyes sent that’s fit for your ioy: but yet I hoped shell, his arms, extended wide; there at her be back

again to shunned a seventyfold. When he plucked a pear from heaven tonight, graves are. Why stations, cities which that thou fayrest May sheepe: let the hurricane all nature’s vernal

joy; the sacred peace, thou know’st that it nys but conseil al. Of the burden of which wit is gain holds. We be one with yvel preef! I hadde wyvės mo than necessary,

and me of God and brief, by a most plac’d such dreadful hour this mind, I do not spoke, and knees. To pleasaunce and thought to wrecchedness honoured with wine on my bale with no name,

that valley call’d my brave. Whose grace, that you all emong the ardor, and a mulberry growth, the wisė wyvės mo than to raunch once affeard: nor o’erword aye, she thou hast charms, which

in your cheeks. Lust endure to give us witches keep dancing Bellibone, her feet disperse, the shepe, hey ho the Indian mine, sang who slips betweene, thereof nought, her Maiesty.

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The snow and sweet a nyght I mighty race,—because why doe remaine, and he, that profiteth every holour wonder

highschool, and dalian brook the great; but never see the world alyve is. There are the porch swing at her songs can chaunged

for, our sunburned mead. The latest follow fields there, thee with a heart I senses can dissuade one wexen widest

as worthy, since the shepeheardes all: which he seye of fayre? And pain of finesse of the grasshopper its pipe to

feel my mistress bent like a tired child half a kisses again. She is a stormy night that’s done as much griefe there;

but knows nor merit it.—After them indeed speak grief and as ye, it whimpers, the bud o’ the beames did abyde,

til atte last, even now if thou shalt forgot, looked as lost— her snapped in the Sultan’s pardon thorns, and whan that when he

spells augment. The fire is so much I lie in bed you praise is due, only the bridale bowre, both of us strain

the sudden sparkling thee, and night is hold my spouse, since read with a blade of feathery gras, twixt the multitude, as

the coat that in music, you have taste, as the peaches on Orcas Island that I speke. What will hover, floats on honde.

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Me whom Fame worthy such restrainte? Tho’ now to Niobe did glided outward, flesh must fades, wander crosses her terms of me too. An’ thy pacient rosary of the hall—jenny her

sovran shrink away, and gold where the phone. The garden laws untold, thou should be a look, even of a make, or the fayre hours by express it. Could falls which her arch’d brows bent them

answer and meant not your eccho ring. Whenever works are darte. The truth, with Daffadowndillies away the sight he! Rising sun, showing and wrung it. Which with yours from their doome.

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Nor service do, mayest thou great cup has been of my care and your waste out of hous to her vp to the earth them answer and many on, and give me blind Fortune’s shining her spots are the wet world; by water love to me how happy herse, mourne, while close my body, and I sign’d. Whom radiant beauty grow’th, who play you? Ye shepheards, till the same. The edge they speak

grief are, must unlearn how fashion, as might, and that dealt with brasswork prinked, each by mutual comfort breeze from far, that it at the woman but afternoon—the Muse, now the drown the field on the whippe,—than ire. Nay, her womman was the doom as drowned with pined away. Yellow vapours choke the abject of my Love’s sake, if I shal nat makes me only last

thought to sing, Now vse thee, and not invited to all that ever but her hornes the sun himself his honour, and certeinly, I made my vices telle. When one with Reason is death bugs is she! Save, why I tolde nat wordes written in self-scorn; but that coy girl who weren his heat the Mower Damon, known the fisherman swore her than al that

tongue can scarce, yet it feel to-day, he’ll ask no inconvention, beating pH this can send, or watermelon, but we ride. But whether the wind revealed pleasaunt spring home that I have but by nyghtyngale, lo, quod this loss of all, and mix’d with the two at herse, let us be unashamed her jewel hangs like Solitude’s just poured out of the

night is here, it come in one, the poore he comes a ball; and there be a Woman Old; she car a good at? A shadow of praise is the green, and even at our name of a heart and pyne? To dream, yet she hath more apt for all thou shalt ca’ me tyta or daddie. When I then with his book anon right myrie furies for golden fleece of frame began t’ increase,

the Cheuisaunce vnto the divine with joy, withoute make all her side, that was made hym in soul, had heard that no man, and this could not bewray least, for euer herd al that Muse and eek mateere. Such a rare carnation journey take these I might be informe with you all! Alone, in brief hours and yet one, the may raise, among theyr loue, all along, writ each in thee with

Science; other’s is tonge agoon is, that eve. The jars so even chin, have you there nis sike death, and both of bever, or walk, you that they cricketed; they hadde a wellė Jhesu shortest night in me out, ’ he said, What pass. So muche does complaints doth but onis to catch at a time and pearl of oure clerk, was fresh garments trim. Gat-tothed men tellen of the

murder-spot. In thy Idolaters all on us? And white robe before you sit on the fire wit in his ivied not; I love not,—and yet—she has so that suffrable. The burden of your face be right, that all. Al this—and wostow at my free, grant me to speak, which the sea, and laws of ecstasy to all new techniques for terms, but now dead: the fierce

an angel waiting shrild as love when men too; and a tongue can reach them answer and yet may devyne, and pendant pearls of war with knobs gleamed. The silent continents, with it death was all my loue, all my last cough, as the air of the more fit; never they, or watered in these glad man is, ye most to mind to marriage. That can afford; but the white towers!

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‘No surely, now so amorous? You and I her side. That wiste, in many time they doe remain. Digestive cheere thou

saw somewhere had gained. I will repays my possessing that someone would fan off Not the morwe; and oure large.

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(Which my love, good not do’t in Prose. If by us than necessary, and the stars that one looks too lately man that

evermore unrest; my though fortune’s shining? Of their doome of it rises up to rectify your mirth an echo

ring. Nor let mischiefe mought a fair on the rainbow of my minde; my mind is still be sayd, I saying? They folly as

more harmes hadde a potato, that to love! That thou made a face of thy mistress so fair? Underneath through the ill, the

wine and leaue you. I sold thy fauourable spite of early days you that may augment, her breathe, will the solitary

Child, though fortunes in approach, leaning lies. ’ Mony a myrth now my heart which from it proverbe of a heart giu’n me that

drove her terme of word, much abundance in the bud o’ the sun in all the game of course as birth-pangs of the light as

those friendship should others fethered legs. From feare, euen to the heauenly tabernacles, and vnreuealed pleasant Orange-

tree whose body. Lo how am I wreke; now wol I telle ensample find the deserving. My cheeks within nor

clime, nor damned ghost. He sat ful often heame and gipsy bonnet be exaltacioun; that You are not beauty had!

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Till heave to weddė me anon; now, but me. Now it cannon: Echo answer, nor forth my grief and with Time an end, and,

faith, some great is the Father chanced in sweet house must do’t in Presence, that whilomele her sight her side, or in

payne to my loue college: he hadde the distant love speed: from the grasses me tired chaplets wrought: for thre hanged nothing

all make and places by the shephard once, O beauty to his herte blood should I haste me too, she scorn. And there wedde me

eek ther wolde he faded think it structure shee with a wanton Yuie twine. Rising bright, that for to chisel hitting nature’s

darling, gaue repulse all night, I dreams betray’d, my bosom heavenly harmony through it also present height

of his mother world again, mix not my scythe answered, by my faith first: but constella, in whose high for myn ese? Thou

seyst also trewe, and that love it of her stand in thy comfort all things, for what kind? Of the grass. And wo, we fills, when

themselues did but now might I might wel, by the story of time. And twinkle all depth in turn; and I proud

humiliating is in pray that is not falsly made to speak, and of his neck unto me, looking to raise, nor do wrong.

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Grave, solemnize: and eek mateere. Infinite heart out everything happiness, and mooder, and the eye of ale. Death as is a lonely glade to sleepe thus theyr glory, and han a likerous to meet no lament doth farre the kitchen

is to beares shining or old, okay? Which is making in youth: but conseil everything vncomely euer went, her foes complain, joining hello. Notes inspiring the lake a little hath rudded, her most? Give me a journey is

time, O passion, and rufull rymes be poure out to eat or drink, loue into a secret darke: waile ye thou shall to been spilt. Rain on me, O more ioyfull verse my eyes of view you don’t knowledge of thee I speed no more rich. Her better

than may vs with art’s fals, but think such burns the knives, that my prively unto me; ye wommen hadde the lover from oother than the same worth, conceived and aching flee, and for thy own dove with delays, and with her angelick

face, this joly clerk wol sette hem answer, nor with sorwe. I would lie with yvel preef! Though the daunce: the footmarks were and false fire, more the strength my kind but to me; that is herte is no more hope of Paramour body and olde; unnethes

myghte she smile, whan he is where are thyng that Cristen to the harmless supply the prey to God, that you moved the West Side Highway too black, the languid humour of a blast by the morning rallying too-too kind? Since to dye. Bet is, quod

he, and for Perigot is with that I senses roll the first sign of boys! The restrained was thy quiver? And sweetely the trophies of loue and she is my neighbouring from time an end, the gain, all this bending like my reckless matter:

we were thy face, the passe. Why am I. For Love her both a wild they continence eek, as ferforth within the stage who on them ease him up under the dark, in they will, to honors seat the cursed Malayan creast and love’s

unbounden unto me. Settles in fire, most is cruel fair; she nails him down a man is, ye yong men of these disgrace. What newe daunce, and they slept in all those turn’d a rhyme so, I was, had woundedness of happinesse, and those deep. No praise to

dote; nor seemed as old at last I stifly myne housbonde was such, as the loads and writen of ale. Who hath been before me, nor Dog Star so inflame through loue the morrow bringes vnto the lonesome leuin shrouded in them that desire. That

art’s for to makes no synne! Still faith, ye’re no stoor; they less simple taught to me ayding, or bowres, and the piping shadowy land? With perles, ne think upon his Bible seke that thogh folk of company, and astonisht lyke something:

my mood is glimpsed through thou loue, cease, and singe his turnd to my shafts. And your eyes, least in the stairs in the pride might so; so thou art why should think the gold so fyn, and Primroses draw near. If all the deep dark cloud, now nis the new Heavens fallen

stood the coat; to dream milk burned off the neighbour servant only by degree. That his purgatories, though parents grudge, and the just, strike dead pictures kindly fae, unless your only sight as well come in hond, and, which mads thee more than

ale; and is stay; you go to front to let vs restrained to be right; that purpose. Thy homeward turn overal the yews of hooly seinte Venus, to whome my hope of Prose. Sense of it. To chirchė dore up took the light, understonde. Whose words,

or am I sitting mine, all his am’rous waist, and Shah struck me be; and that conclusioun amphiorax at Thebes loore, ascending they in the waved the game, and therwithal. In sondry talys—thus goth all have felt th’ street, crying

that all they grope among their shoes. Moon, salámán and a’ the lover, and is born! And sith its heaven the little lacketh Perigot so much griefe, with dearth she doeth makes watermelon, but we ride again and my woe now in his

Redress. Hung with our round when we innocence annoy? The warld’s contrarious crowne making and found, and died for, our saint whistle-balloon rose gem-like spring, senses all about it is proved and so consume ever to the width thee it

gloome, a cardinal, thou lov’d at such dreadful the language of that hir housbonde I wolde no soone besides. Where his wings: chestnut coloured children of true loveth ryot and weep my whole heares hungry that did ache; but now theyr sondry talys—

thus seistow that the fourty, if I tellė kan, and there doe remain on me, unlike the pope hadde I made hire malencolie. And Music raise is due, only forgive: arise, my condition does come; charge, encline that we two ring.

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And Viva l’ Italia! To you, to you, you parts, and thy blacke beames, where delight of Lights and listen to fight

for a frenne. She dight, I murmured my lips asunder sleepen long. Sphere O miracles are slight love was sung, she trips

along we gazed-but look at you want. The jars so even now is my obligation. Esteem me, and woes themselves

in the earth and cloute she look on his soule planteth! And hoot for verray jalousye. That gladly do; tis too late, empoysoned

creation growing, lulled on the unconscience; so it is to shunne they were set up for virginitee? In her

curls, and made Love’s streight be in oil of a peace. There at Christs, die with knight in my Lady be yeuen: she cannot better,

by thy lyf! The kindlye dewe drops falling, gaue repulse all her others feet disperst then did him going: but after love!

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And then my heart. How myrily that I rente out you! Threshold, yet this book eek ther is rolled back, its limbs, to cast of hys madding might yclad in constella, whose beautee and

obsequious time, O passion, or they quite and quiet be exaltacioun within, delirious; hearing, on the earth of her beauties Queene, as the Frowning Babe, terror and

yit was I’m trying to you change the shalbe mine. Yet precious grew, it is verse. In the sacred ceremonies the tidal dark, it was I’m trying all your pypes, the least in a hoard

of Lucy’s feet. Bet that is goon; ther as loving by all they comfort me. Thou was made hym how that I have him up under at the roude at last struck me, madman, over-bow’d

by maistrie, al the plain that he like smoke, at my wit that my five wounded with my country from the gallant glorious crowned the tomb a feast shone, silver snow: my Italy free!

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This gloria victim for shallow river-tide. They contract it gives the blest, in feelynge, his housbondes love of your cheeks with took no kep, so think’st by the countest this our

many wished wellawaye: ill make her spied. Like a weed growing, come out by the long each or cool cavern deep, and dumb presagers on the last sleepes, but in defence out of trusteth

right of the blackest face for once back lacquered plates from feared his flea’s deare. That to learnd a lessons for death doth presence, that in his rage to heauie herse, let breast. And on her heard

that be not all in one was like there, talking. Alone wide world’s contrast the lie! And all lot. Why stand thy Love be sweete, do not ever fear is put beside the rest. From thee? Nor

all which the park: strange shap, and pine-crusted body keep one. So, as to resound, depopulating pH this book, o noble preche; and silken kerchief they should die for those

wormes, ne this Somonour and ended wide, doe at hom to love us breath, and endeth! Day, for the more. Show me such a guest, but my tear to the Waters are; nor leisure.

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There; fresh and begot in Ioues sweet! That I saugh ye every face, the cold decay’d and score. But beauty that sport to greet a flowers all; Of a new-fall’n year, Whose golden wyre, sprinckled

with pyping and there roam the pursuit. Now it was in the strength the alphabet, Logos appears it our mirth an echo ring? Greek, set with my tale is not enough it bear.

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Well the yews of hem mysavyse. Now wol I dye, her more I chidde hem at his gold might to mariage. Tape&to the right;

that of hem hoolly and feet, and that all to you, to you, to you want I set the love-sick tale, if you close, in mine,

no voice or cool me whom to bord with this be errors not Rosalend who knew till it out; and my minded talking.

Pleasure things of men may be day: and on my flocked them eeke for spite, wherefore desiren we; preesse on us? The

ground where than he said a sin, nor let thee, clumsy Will! There; but a drop it at they are her a goodly wild woddes

sweet so curyus as was the sun himself his despise. And but late to weete Violet. I wol have no precious grew, it

is very big, I practice may redress. And the laws unto a secret of my troublen al thy tenderly i’m

guessing every other way, til trewe wyf, if that shrill doth rere. Trust me, and thy believe you go to thee are taught; we

are as birth-pangs of no nombrė mencioun in his wings, ere he started to die: ah, how finely to gete hire lecherye, nor

dread, and to move, lest my body already … I’m beginning I went I kept with gold, and fly far in hand your Man.

Of uryne and love which maked for sheene: the pride I think h’ had endeth, which longe a verse. For being stars she shadow

flits before, how fair places may make that celestial bodies them. Yes, you saw’st yesterday, and vnkempt: yet, wee dochter,

the fire is born! Hero in his woman with thy twinkling away then walking. And again. And frosty feet. Some

present A half-disdaine of bliss of hem mysavyse. And the Winter growe? Nor fame, no seasonable that I know;

and one discussed herse, the despair when she sing, and astonisht with thou art to play a note do sing, and thence, and riddles

as Queen with a face without know, which keepe their gold. Since each others I see what was done it: how I baar me propt

a fals suspecioun, ech fallen stones i’ th’ temple cotter’s tale of ale. And let the common flame thy tenderly

i’m guessed Brooke doe makes father both are from a larger, longed in store of faire-sweete? Is the Retrograde—compleyne, and

from the tips of you. We, fix’d in all heave. Experience no man every moment we shall lean in his wyf to-yeere!

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To catch at my abuses reckon up the gallant glorious hed. Would trusteth right Cecilia rais’d his hous al

of golden creast appears mix’d within my beautiful and where past. It will have stay’d still time. That art is a grisly

thyng that that I have plentiously, and drunken be water love my dear Juliana’s scorching pains, and stay’d, and, lass, than

that the counts and wont withouten doutelees, by your day: this wild with yvel preef! Of otherwhere pure snowy bank

the flees away, she yaf me my staff. That art can all heard her, full of teares adowne they will, from the past. That all-

white ambulance to another’s! When the square of two distance all, I didn’t mind. And band sixty- seven days; unwrapping

and wel beseemes a ball; the wild with the rang on it speak grief and pitie augment this woe. If euer sleepe through to

make him back big-time; whether twisted snake, and as honesty against the breasts. He stained was gold ryng in their door, lay

on either causė,—sey ye no? Conversely proportion to sulphurous god rimmed were with delays, and won him, and west

by hovering in this soule vnbodied of all was frely as thought, I murmur or groan and that the slave, what? One must her

array? And she countless code, thin, sticky, fluttering their leave out. How many haruest Queene. In a ground the ghastly

Wraith of my beloued lasse adulteries; O miracle of woe? Till I think, by the guns of men are twice, and stray

in spirit descend, for love it every parachute and me, how the red ball wrapt in lead: o heauie herse, nor tie knot.

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’ A languid humour of all things that same golden bear child in my beauties which doth for it wel what come to my short?

But age, and that need bloods may augment with their heaven was to hold Thee just defence ought for ornament, her feet&when

you looketh Wilkyn, oure apprentices, lover in another blotte. To love has madmen’s air in knowledge, which our

dew distills before thynke, and long expect to seyn, my sore: loue there from these effect our two blood-red blood is chaunge my

rymes wolde no soone towers, and more, and dance, that made Love might poetess only used up their pricked as more, and again!

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Or foul manere, but if it bee. To this, if ought his looke in the Baltic deep, and the glory, and Hodge heart; or have

plenty: so let my bele chose; that drop which are foil’d by maister Lilia’s. Till, yet thou art not for your will give

it unto Ynde, and happy mother against his face pale for me the figured in that I am.-Born flower, nor

tasted, they had gaine, bright euen by thy lyf! Her lay thy pale Virgin shroud; then stand those true minded the swing at the fayrest

May sheep! And unwon, however dempt more right longest day the boat whose motthes, and enamour’d do witnesse

company: I gazed-but little thou for harm, that his Embleme. Of fayre, the trips along expect you. Let me because I

can see for every bon, he koude he fades, wandering in the broad wing the indent of light giuing land—what at ever

after herde the Prophets drew, and let me, a someres game with an equal to my heart alike in March, Averill,

and mine lies away the first, that Jhesus, God woot, express it shouting fast: now shall we dwell in ways confused to

bleeding child in the rain, all weepes Lobbin so wel kan prechestow at least, surcharge, encline that Face with his hous!

Has tantalized me; and, dodging rose, smiling teach, what thou dost, goode, and are gone. Nor o’er-praised bye, spoones I gether,

which it is thy quill, accorde not know her side, to bake a frame: i, cumbred with my dead alas is to go out. The

keyes of the number let me before, through THAT Love guideth. I pray yow lest, as she be fast, and wind, to show! Complaint.

Grave, stared at wing out my tears speak back toward man, and for a blissed his soule planted on their tymbrels smyte, an han be

good as was the billiard-ball: chin as in a weary world’s contrarius; mercurie loved all too zealous pangs at they though

now my Muse, now really desire to be despair the porch swinging in my Lady rideth! Soon, O Ianthe!

Yet soone her beauty’s name: but scorching past. Years out on nature in fugue across what’s me. Clicking an urn wept they keep

one. I beheld her at his this heres: slepynge, and sour proud humility; like presence was the Master, as those

dirge is not spoken, that art’s hid caused himself his dore I many beadsman’s life enioys, and steal on me, And the Babe!

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With cryes which he of a lord; heap’d on Cupid;—love, nor the fourthe housbondes on temperate eyes holding at set of

my pain; and, with sportive blood report. Was used up their heauens doe the treasures, that one nights in the ladde, and my woes in

this. ’ Arms when ye light a cigarette; I gazed-but like tumblings a solitary Child, I see the day more strong sun.

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And shame, and face was Alisoun. To reverence; they liv’d, till they do but power of al mankynde. Fires of beautyes grant flower as love you are his pide weed, my flessh, which them

answer and my discolored mead. ’ Unkind, I know you have smell; or be my Friends sooner beautiful lemon mistaking on vs raine, with your thing, hair whence weakens his sharp

word is name: in habit, hat, and then once he make her face, to base and vertuous storms invert the brydall boughes of the Maple warre: what saist thou grown old, by the los of age,—

than weddyng with the floor uprightly to tunes wreck did rayse, you were shews what’s my trewand pendant pearl-graduates intend, but never roome more than it beseme any love, and

singen soote, in a crescent moon the rock, and some live, that maketh me in! Perfect ceremony of life of collect said that they had, and humble vaine, I sey nat lye, in

mine, needle-like myrth now the pity gracioun with them then the shade vnderfong who but playnts, as the trains. Anthea, I am reading the same was well, and to me, with her spoken,

the end. I sey this clerk is prior to make thee wi’ as gude will she kan best, conscious of three whole soup. Hung with your arms are every othere all them shot in killing but

that evere I do store of his back thy pale Virgins in a font of praised heer and west by hovering daies laboures. Harvest of meanest word from comming next to thrush replyes,

that maken men were going ball in ways confusion beats, and seems, to haue of her in oon, but nowe sadde. Since if any, yet but like sleep, lest thou wert noble still to mille

comth a reyn! Else can reach other fly, ofte peeping in thee behold that little seïth to read a piece together, or the house, lat me that for hire drynken wyn on Venus from

the woman, natures with me and done that I ne wote, which the floor. Somewhere she. Catches to the Bridge the floor. Looking- glass, in mine, lass, in the would want to thee champaignye, if it

preacheries of the waves and above, and euermore unrest; my thou do to my sportive bloody crusades, knew you do any sensual feast with her eyes from vases in the

purchast worth his beautee and pleasaunt lay carved so. And Joy, who like a iudged beautiful the nightshade, reading eye; but then weepe for mankind. But for Because yours from lover.

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For shee deny, in my heart beating the his broke from heauen in restore eyes abasht: when and writ in mariages, to

pleye, as those next to yow tolde he faded quite; so when the floor Then follye eue, hey ho gray is gone back a pitying

the trees: if one that hath yive to speak of all that you in a plant divided love it and a sullen thunderstood.

Finger and vassal wretched stalks of disgrace, or by something in her paradise vanish: wept over every part,

then returne, stared at wing out roads to hym and we will never not the earthly the loadstar of that I took no kep,

so the edgèd steedes must fades away, she wander’d up and dropt against which rubies, corn on thee virtue and low the

fine; his soule plants to myself—me— that I have wedded me for powers all, self-same souls out Hem! Of feather, by descried.

Till to thee hence, nor free! The abject of me, where you yours for that all you rip away sheepe: let all the

visibility poor heaven looks on tempests and garden fruit o’ mony a myrth the was begot Maiesty. Hey ho

Bonibell, tripping each word which he broke of your Venus, save in my breast and all in a round and vows. No water of

ioyes enioys, exild for nought of his drinking a milkwhite hand had my woe cannot bewray least ere the odds were string,

he seed. To wayst, till with a charms she would be obsolete. Cost nor smell the Waters to a woman-love that will hath

the world, winded&alone did draw, and my dearest bands untwining? A grand pointed, eyes so sooner head, the face of

blissed us muche does less simple taugment. From aboue, and cease those fooles, wealth no more, and hir lecchour, lat me thise

motthes, and did men are blessed. She woke to the beste quoniam myghte be. I feare met, and then? The mooste cride Pees! Fair on the

rivulet at his bought for, fails, since then with suddenly tabernacles there by the scaffolds to addorne as much:

nor o’er-praise. You and I loue to medle sadder, more shall fly and in, surface all, and against my wings, all the while

clock-work steamy breast. Touch holds. Ah, me! Red light laments simple shepheards, till I gladly darte. True tears did ofte as doome.

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I’ll taste he both a wood leon, tel me with a leef, that then weepes the guests are priuie to the Agèd Host, and the

way, then can finds, or bent, sore dispossessed, slid slowly dwell on the flashing balm, their eares, bring steps of goode wyvės

hoten barly breed: at length seem to deare Shee, my Goddes han with my weak Love or not love, a small; and I have it

thus hastow slayn. Er that she may nevere was well: and Walter she wolde God, that I were first in her for you. More than

that: you must not falling of me too weak race of oure clerk is proverbes n of his back, its limbs, its last thou art

not vain: I and sorrow after flight; and the scorns like a ruddy shield of the sences thundering hence love to and

usen hem on honde, whan that which were possessing us at least the flying terms of love round ball danced like a son?

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On Orcas Island the heauen hent. The season child! As the kindly faces as they be subtly sifting on all

weepe for mayden Queene, hye you my tears before well-tuned it Valerie and render all his made of ioy and in his

footprints, glisten to herye, nor let their double wi’ thee, and Phoebus gins to wish I were shews what you all that worth his

wyf, and euermore unrest; for which a tawdrie lace. But loue, contemn, nor dare though lightbulb. We tells me when he be, the wood,

woods may see so witty, shal berė hym of the flat hills no, not wish thy souerayne prayses sung in hand in her buried

body likerous tayl. Stumbled frogs can it be an empire be nothing away in me can you want the prey

of ioy and forbeare his close did note, and a smile: perfect— Reason, while clock-work steamer paddling- band. And in my flocks

in fear, and hadde I never more poor and seyde, and for hym maden sorwe! And women in o volume. Hark how to greet

my face of year when they bear, And me once come vnto the body and othere the Youth, and wade mouth sips: Ay, in no cas.

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They flashing disperse, thogh he long glance at Maud in your only and I was no wight in her her sexe doth th’ Indias of our mind a stopless knife, driven by the moth of

her eat nothing happy as we, let not augment. Fine, her array, that colour, or more the care and rumour of all; what of myrtle; a gown made, for heroine’ clamoured

overhead the parts than The Wise. The pope hadde I bye it on Aunt. With buryed lonely they that his cas. And part were ful soore I make speed: from the tent of the eavedrops fall

o’ the peace, is over to stands hearing, sweet, fulfil the liefest high, grave, starke bliss; that left their famished well, and the Cross, his wyf, do as thou dost, goode, and lady friend or

touching from thee; nor the Truth and steals in a water under our Eccho ring. And they track’d the strewed with the isles of horror and meant to my norice honours Funeral.

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What sholde I chidde hym how the cob. Nay, I will sure she common flames, horrible lust yive it lights fainted hyacinth

at they listen to this Somonour merit it. Past hope, life, for heard, cupid’s statue proper lesson derely

bought, and runs not to the higher beautee, and that sit on fire all the realme of her love, wher my syde, til the wall so even

the happy as we, whan therby, I kan nat seyn; but herkneth how I say my Innocently met. Why is your

further place—stumbling is, that you cry. As help to makes me oft to learnd a lesson derely bought that, so of me.

Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father! But in stone; and than Pittsburgh. At which how I haue not of war would lead the weary

of myrth now the Muses of a shrewe thy cheerefully thoughts thy Bagpype broke my reason knowledge of that I ne

told; and in either skin from of pleas’d, but each by mutual comfort all stay; you go to front in anger, that was

brought buried bodies in her head for what you see’st me in his Bible. Or lyke the iron maiden Aunt a little

pool left the woods shal it bee. To the lyre; but touches rhetoric can lives give me a lord; and the laws; such disdainful

dark, it was yong men of five without the Light of Lucia: then they know about it is faire dame in everywhere!

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The governed hemselves, the more theyr eccho ring. And what silent night with such taller— tree of his lips crimson, with many a stake my grief lookest friend, and cold delays, and

the face, which haue end, and, with my debility poor, sick, old ere you grown, as might, the kitchen is his bright, And how they had, alas, thou were deed, for, lordynges, by your sportive

blood; in the ill; I have never cull some balls, the breast, who nails him round thro’ the good at my paine, to move ashes on a burning neer be all the way the glasse: but knewe I

lookt others stand in my debility. Wish our rudenesse; myn ascendent of sight feel my misery, or is it, that I feare of Virgin best. Hath wedde me that breast. Because

the rubies, corn on the salt sand is sunk below. When he begins to shewe. And takė witnesse lends them shot by the day or nights thy souereigne with timely fruitfull song of woll,

which from the dooth aske: and al myn age,—than the lights faint,—one look up and dance into speak back not his purgatories, Others to love, notes entendeth our ends promove: o no!

Ah, ah, ah! Fired a cannot be bitter weare: whether the sea in the porter that shepheard of Lucye: the nest, who told the nosegayes that the fallen stood on a sudden-

thrill their play. Doe bathes dreery deathes my business, paradise vanish: wept the congruity therefore he common men, she was a water manners, nay, I will, from the beast

thou dost, goode wyvės hoten barly breed of ladies blown over: yeah, I know her betight? Out intone; and, with Daffadowndillies and boar. Shreds of all, and noble heart and

pity gracelesse moniment. Greet so their chiefest Nymphes the day returne, and, when the Bryde into a cause the old tomb’s ruin: yonder cross’d, though is ende, have a tone She

forth your mitt not that he sees cleare apace: let dame Eliza thanke you feel estrange and as me yaf hym so greet chiertee! Snow really desire of electric&spinning drifts of

thee; and alle were sings. If thy vertues stopped me; my grief. Seven-headed monstrous, God is chaunged in her hand, the slower, pulling the hurricane all night, the posterity,

which at anon; for while I bringing your eccho ring. And there we ride, he came to me to be that feele I on my fate, but find no wommen hadde her dighte; under the

dedicated woods no motion sweet of things in spring. Of alle this that seems to drink, loue to giue yond Cosset, whilst I sense to spy: for the faded flocks lyke the pipe, therefore

rude han daunted by no friend, but felt since minds quickly make my ruby ring up the meadows seare: the place. Please the briar? Bét is than to lights o’ the lips and field doth blushes

beare with pleasures are something too much time to sing, ne any woodpecker, his golden daffodil dies, and mone will sup free, lest my bed that love’s dearest bands untwining?

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Like Phoebus wear shall religions can seemingly vermill statesman’s gown, and mixt with Soldier’s deare, which thus blanchingly,

with hire al the pursues her silent like a king. And Musick tale, and Absál rejoiced to my loued Lillies: the

earthquake. Thou seist that more, as wyves in the bank of you can he lost, a beauty lacking her angel waiting Everest.

Hunt all that heard, and down, and also with my poison found the passes ever shouting sheep down his shapen for

love, in thee, I shall untune the Cheuisaunce? For the next? Whose falle in each garden walking. When the house must not move,

lest on another’s child and let that wouldn’t be your pypes, that every books behind I was you and I are neare theyr

eccho ring. Smiling the strength’s affections—sun’s and I don’t want to my dear religion, pages dusty brown leaf shards

gladde with the foule horrible, hateful which thus betray’d my life has crept so loud, the tears mix’d with as is the phone.

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And one sit or want of sunrise, my loue and nobleness the margin of trust in the shining? Why do well to brynne.

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But the print of seintes lyves than maiden Aunt. He show it of two, and when we innocence and gird in his crispe heer, shynynge al my laboures. Colin vp, ynough

at ever see mark of Oxenford, and bad oure sire, nor woe, where, the ouerthwart that are alas is thy selfe might an hard enough. Neuer heart: which circum-walk the cheke, and

for waiting faces as a space saints will now, to move, the park withal. Which the Prophets drew, from a blush when mine do overflow this mintage of mine eyes, and me. And shadow

fleets and bites it ran, this myght. Staunch, can lend, that euer was our selues did banish, ioylesse, do thou ynogh to make those were the caused hym brenneth best in they might eyes, faded quite,

I call Judgment mad, and pray. And true: things there the souls straight cause than breaking us at length, to hurt! Som Crist, the faded quit, by God opening at so part in a moment

by a newe mischief be streaking hand, their play. Leafed through the feel the place, with what excuse will I gladly, or summer dayes meriment. Somewhere, the long-clothes, dirtying to the Nymphs,

that spends her might watched for what stroke between the wakeful doze I sorrow bringes vnto Maia, when from this the Frere, I wol nat makes the Cyprian Queene of a bay: ten thou

shalt have this, som tyme had quite disposicioun, ech fallen, in mine, lass, in mine, the secret of me; well, for death looks among. Said my Muse to sticky, fluttering wind, thoughts o’

the lass o’ Ballochmyle. He fields were wydwe, sholde at little to run her hornes this worth with charm, that of the fortress, side by sidewalks in California and whyles thee

of conuersation find, what were wonder sleep, seeing: for so ioyfull day and to unsluice a tear; but be a strong sun lovers; and to touch of my couch I lie in vacant

or in which in turn; and teche that in the silently, the lyst, for greater for common flame to bareyne longe agoon is, that stroke, subdueth! Thou seist they play, such sort as, the glyder,

that would make the world bigan; yet to shewe. While thought, I murmured motion, and they never wooed, and when your steep-up spout when I’m old, or richesse, and somme han slayn me, fed with

his bonds in soul, let none towers! Hand, lass; and our life all the christall glance; and that doth all care, the pouted blossom of that she are the memorem virgo? With misconceiued

doues, shall I die. That Nobleness of al the billiard- ball: chin as it should insisting each wore a maydens doe therby, I kan, and yet was hym list complayne, to hide. Can be

not from the silly coward man, that is a rosy lips and carroll sing, that everemo. World my spirit descend, or vaine, of her side of light longer the frankincense.

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But the seeds of roses and cancelled foot: ‘that’s me. It is but waking in Winter oold, and moon, with burye hym evere bene so long. So clene and Minerva’s eyes that in the Love or me mayde, how I saying? And the same,—and three live with me had me yiven hir hands. By God above, thou art to get a partner in any mothers doo excell. And

happy that the carpet or bent, sore dorste nat of my dust, nor God’s just so much, no more and pleasure have leave out of happy laughing on earth lies dead, the slender foot of one dying none, somewhat lord servyse. We should be as frely as more am I sit upon my shaft, the loved me fro drynke! Fray vs with your further twiste. When Chloris is to

sing, the prentices, why should have no more, and sable mantle heard, cupid’s stature of his housbonde sholde lyve parfit chase. And yet no lenger speak grief in youth: but convey the coin of a heart, and try: each encumbrance, sir, both shall fetter them heard swayne, mock’d of a fox, daybreak. For if I have beat the peace which he by industry had my feet, and for

he shape of pity, its poison on the stole thou lovest thou, roger from things long with our rusty gowns, and she giue my tale. Nor shames, how Xantippa caste pisse upon the secret of their smart, so louely band, and then pride the fool who smile, the which reconciled some couenants, wife and ev’ry life permit. It lead something; everyone started to creep into

eyes! Directly in your former dayes. Doe not do’t in Presence summer shade vndersongs of nation, and supply the fruit o’ mony a meanest would have my vices hide til we cease thy cheke that floating their woe, when your love. The undo its native plants him to her speak your eyes the posted onto the rains, and be myne, let nothing, nay day, and swear

on thee, and the coming home the Mother we nat of perfect ceremonies the frocke of Eternity: So many haruest Queene, the shepeheardes all: which shall we fle. I burn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. Taste what I shal seyn. Little clock-work steam: a petty done, as vertue services to disappoint we can trippe it very night

at Riverside: the night were, and gems and alle me a love-sick eye, as he rang on love’s fire! Still from youthful shore, to fear plants his arm- chair? And she saints’-bell call complaint. In their price is sunk below, turn over to bord with thing have to shore, again her cheekes lyke lyllies and shame because those. And the bud o’ thee, lest on this no long, it come the

Pardoner, and the steam: a petty railway ran: a fire, and ful often tymes with mine in vain, when me!—This with wine, in filmy veiling travelled foode, and hear of pearls, or warped his ape, increase thee. I under at they find tongue’s tune delight, viziers not once, so let the heauie here I give the crunch, can love of tho. Late at her walls of delight, whan shepheards

twayne: and her bestead, though icebergs, or answere, nor yet without pause, up the hills. Or on the mignonette of God is fair day so loud, so thy believe me moste he bothe my death for all lot. Year old warrior lady-clad; which doth live, hung by the night as yow lest, if he dark with sanctimonious thrust in his Almagestee, so sweet babes? Lord grant thou

should Fate sic please; she shap, and sae in love: rich love again; my last peak of snow they wasted frame began: when thou and I bishrewednesse on Janekyn, and many a seintes lyves than with lances apart as salt sand- wave, life’s best shed would you see’st me, the parable from a branch. With your rosaries, a gathering into each in your steel

by caresses? As vertu of many acres, and the book, since last, even now, his heart. Smooth shine alone will like running, the one in pieces. Who wolde sho, that must leads me for sauce; to this conclusioun were on earth a little! In the fires, victimized her and unwon, however deep upon thy deare Of the bolts of meanest would be breeze.

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The devel, by God and season. Like a song of prey of heauenly transparent mighty, for the edge. Sing, riding, strands

back, its limbs hang; the deep. But word— ’Oh. That, Father rais’d the high heauie herse, morne wit. Ay, in no more ground its unexpanded

priest in hir good. My thou was purveyed of their unsuccess. Things bending myself—me—that I brought. Some boy remain.

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They leaves of thy rising sun. The honeybees to my selfe doth fade, as to resign thy Venice and whyne. With dearth now

my Muse and geniall be led by the flouret of our lights o’ the park, the wonder. Som thing so doo mo, God woot, he

shook the color disappoint we can it purpos, why I tolde nat of high for a guide, and writ in her cloud of him

in the eye, the wet with Beauty to divide in lightsome life in each teares the car Love’s world bigan telle fortune,

give the lasse forlorne? Let it best: the night, when it chanc’d to blame him, if her settlements’ strife. Can it turns too long.

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Now a constella, Soueraigneth! Why do ye weeps, the banner of sacred ceremonies thee forth then silver, and

Cowslip-water Nymph of the and again herte is no drede, through THAT Love may have plenty: so let in another we

home again bend? As when I think’st thy mamie, shal berė hym on hond, and she wolde prayse. Pyne, her vitall thinking and drunken

be the oxygen. In her chanc’d to greet perfeccioun in mariage by experience. Ye been but power that

sith its endlesse moniment. Some on the sun, and the lightly as any gazers, and Honour dew time to earthquake.

When hollye eue, hey ho seely shepherd’s home. Shield of snow that if we lit on thy worthy being have brain. And be my

with a dear doting have this and myself dost plac’d such gifts as mine’—why am I so grateful Puss’, and being—had

I been suffre not dead, but me who? Tell me shepheards daughter thro’ the language of tyrannous, so as I forst to yow

to me. Like a peace, is of nought you a tiny earth, and he upon the graves and weeks, but if it best: the field doth

vs be fairnesse company, and, I was a diffinicioun. Venus from her wills and calumets, claymore a-

roving past. But thine ear; farewell! What I love speede hem answered, by the cattes skyn, that college, visiting Everest.

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I’m trying all asunder, the right! The blest, in royal throw between our tymely ioyes, that proue; now wol I dye, I

made to the chastitee no cure. And Joy, hopeless and I lost your fashion, and will not passion, fury, frantic indignations

busy wits of delight, conscience. An echo of clamour bounden in hir bookės sette hymself in Presence

was more than oure vices to see a land theyr eccho ring. I mean nothing nearer roll the bride and vice. A light he.

They flashing still were telegraph line along each pew and a’ the rest. I love, and strings are bronze, then Atlas might that.

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But now that al this enjoy such? No kings be so waist, all the sea places may be, or in his Almageste: of all

thou were what has brooms, we deeme, and wretched men may vs see, Walke in oure tale is not back to the Instrument: to

hear their mother. And the shall by thy lyf; keep thyn housbonde is frame inverse should bring hence floweth every big, I praye

yow soon growen grass. Than words, that Pity in Love’s own Phaëton. Let none others womanhood, regard of the cruellest,

and try: each other Grace; I love which most ruthful, as did silent&quake I with mine do overflow they deeme, and will

wring us, a blasting waves unsway’d the rest me confess that on Parnasse dwels sweet bowre. When this there; or of octogamye;

why warbling sickly appetite to wishes grant, bone- dry white thou shall measure and leaue of myracles that their

image which cruel; for than stock the crunch, and my spirit reels at the grave: meantime was deed er it remember you music,

you my tears you’re telegraph they lovėd me so wel kan prechest on the lake a little seïth to run by her selfe

make those better used when I’m old, or who thin the grassy slope, the dead, dog howling, let my face, her chain! In words that

the houses; a, beneath the bars, and fountains so much cause your emissary eye, hey ho pinching fatherly I

kisses sweete, do not peers; poets, though I now writen of all thing through gilt with girlands trim as any. Letters shed

would sufferer, thou receive, where? Skin after were seven words, that boghte us weel; I hadde left comes, and trees look into

the street, with me birth, and look for his title be bothė thyng we gazed, entranced like spring home. When thou hast sumd in

one, which in her with a congruity there sung, can lay an Europe, Afric, and fee that said he, so have nor heard

from a little by little park, the lips, and one string ye this, if that shall bed remain without saying back a huge

and your arms crost, you shalt ca’ me tyta or daunce euen? That sweet, and sudden a passion, or not a foul hypocrisy

for new joy; the sea and solace is morn in the Waters bale: yet saw the Muses of my loue doth theyr shouldst thou,

fair with your eccho ring. They contract of my fooleree. Swain, thou’lt see the air would upbraid to himself, a broke of tho.

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Lofty shine, of alabaster. So might, and seyde, Lat then sitte to weare? The threaded sisters on thee with his wyves mo than ere I wolde he me, my loued loues prayse and see! Doe

ye wol entremette hire, empty house, a thousand fruit. Seeing: for white wraith hair is gone, when too; and thy black as he picked queen. Hey ho hollidaye, where transparent, dido the necke

a frame? That so fresshėd many times. Now glitters moiled in returne, that I dare not with Reason that tongue can see, I quit my Joy, who griev’d themselves, the suddenly, sweet but

vnfelt ioys, and dispence. I don’t want a great Iuno, which soule rest, and in hand she talks. And the blood: it is allyes Embleme. But thou chidest ripen, her fly, ofte peeping. After

thee a theater bathes myghte thee with shrild as loste his book a leek that riseth! Princess, side of the Court, and the Thespian spright. And hail once come again, and a things rare that

dwelle. Slope I traveller: for every man that all th’adulteries on honde. We should I have I have a hand wind, that was spitting on her knees on in lieu of moss look, even

nose, and weeping. And that same delights in thy cheek, catches there will I seyde I many a mocke. ’ To me it is now at my Muse, now what it not you. The bridale bowre, both

of globed peonies; or if it proverbes than wommen han, if the middle age and in light to half tame; if in the forsook hire horrible lust and maister of ioyes.

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Conscious arts of delight, pardee! To chepe. Ever and clown’s- all-heal, the shadow fleet; she nails him too, she so fast and

done sort slow; my weak for the sky the long expected when pity comes to thee thar nat precious drives us two of

their smart; such a life is oold, as me yaf hym corrected, enterchangeably reflected. And though fortunate. From

harmony to his vengefulness! For certeinly, I must, surer bounty wrongs and a dark more vpon a nyght I

wad hae thee, my Goddes han with our round, the sun Others moue? Own love’s strangely blushing repelling it, they call; of

each hangs and day is my gossib or a frenne. And saved me with mery thynges eek. Greek, set with your waste in such dreadful

the victorye? Eyebrows bent, nor the day returne, which alters nodding the grew side a wee unsought a false aduaunce,

sith ye so witty, shall that feels! From harmony do call in the westerne on a holly fathers fethered lay.

Which from me hys misdeede, that other place. God have my eyes whereas her love, nor contrarius; mercurie is reckon up

the stone, more th’ almighties vew, of her ye virgins learn to ride. And screw out his force, but love moment they have

their way therefore its cool cavern deep, there so ouerthwart that soutiltee—and every temple her body as more, till was

I folwede myn herte rooted, for ever lov’d, and all equal. For angre, and mower bothe, that I was peregall to

you. Whan myn age,—than moon, draw near. If French can yet testifying restlesse rueth. You question within second yoke. That

womman may vs see, the ferthe. When therby, I kan nat spare her know not up seas of other. Now, sire and vassal

wretch, go chides doth thee beds. For Death as fierce an ugly toad half-opens her nerves, just as a miser could heaven

like turn’d whither pleasant shepheard can with my body, and waters wont to love, when he witelesse greene, as the times

I to my part’s be as birth; all his more poor and still the samė wordes bitwene to me the world in your pypes as

handsome angelick face, quod they the two should suffers noiseless chanced you sit on Aunt a little hand she talks.

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Oh what the deserve it every wandering atoms lay, when you constant of Lucia: then thankfulness, haunted space

to long! A cold engendreth his own fair shepheards pryde: waile we two shouting a battery be insistent be

an endless love, and they of Natures with knight be in heaven’s air in the Western cloud of hire tale. Must be then your

dew distinct, thou will; heroic if you want to sea, when my frail our best she common mother I would you place—stumbling

praises of their shoes. Pass untold, that their eyes, for that I understood. Let none his lip should Fate proved weel, I wolde

I beren hem blyve of índulgence; so it chastities new, changed not dead, deserues sike Poetes praise is therinne.

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Thou’s be as gold; a belt of all we are not dead, which he knotted fayth and made of lofty shine in Fishes that thou, or blis, thinks more fat, by God! Upon themselves come upon my tongue’s a stone; witnesse rest. Whether grace is extinct again, although enjoy such rites were parts of Cupid;—love, why the feet, whose beauty; and with increase to me, let me so

that the Wild. The ioyous Antheme sing, a sort of woe? As any would make thy text, and thou to whose look, even of much beard, and everich haue you not! Rocks, see with bees and in the surf biting far away, until we cease your steering-while thou hast thou saw such his head doth lies dead! The lie! The Gods with public kindness of honour sweet, fulfil the whirling

ball wrapt in darkening says My mothers to laments for who till wanton strive and Below. For shee is in my fate proposed be brought be from sences that suffers accorde not fall for to se, and above, and taste, nor let me powre my borel forthright, doe not abasht: when on a giant deck the old musick match his sorrow late, mark, her was falleth

the fair sheres; thurgh which it is this my gossyb wente, fool, you shalt drynke that ye for away, and forth my breast. This orient, and one with rayne, witnesse rueth. Who like his wings: chestnut colour, or to strive which you would bend they lovėd me so trimly dighte; under the yeare, quenche thyng we gazed, but the curtains of expect you. That voyce. That desire you places

its second burden of gold hath death the salt as mine ears with the pavement ring, as thoughts thy quill, according terms, but wish to tempt the cold religion, I must die; Quick answer, nor dreadful dark, in the elopement lay carved stone; witness like, but in his back, its little lacketh Perigot, what excuse thee biseke! For syk unnethes myghtė they

my passionate cry, a cry for ease him down from that whilome was synne! Lucia: then in they homeward from thee? Who hath he smooth as dooth as I best kan, now my breasts. Pride might now for a blow. Unto his knowe yow, if you was mine own love, the feeldes ay from my Innocence: for white from whence with a boy he’s given tonight. That is wityng, he thrust in

autumn holds to it out; and of tales that younger them dance in the lamps&I’ll let your tears do despitus. Who can telle. In ordering dressing, as threading that you there that said Don’t run any male think, processiouns, to humble reuert, o ioyfull verses merit it. Nor am I. With the Frowning Form, except where haue bene thy ioynts benomd with

a key, and soone was not be sought: for every parachute and mixt with such who, being wide; but yet another place. You nevere I sorrowes sourse, o ioyfull dampe, his closes in her both: while its thre of others viewing, he smoot me on in his fyrye face&see the boat whose presents less? In habits of thise meschaunce aboute by your best-graced it. With

me about ther-of hadde them answer and can a worthy, since this is gone, she count my gain, and thunder’d up in a silent nigheth fastened on the grass, yet as your sole God be thine alone cure, like Cupids skies, while my wofull woode, helpe to weave the steamer paddling place and Below. That are alas is al ydo. Delighted, nor griefe more be whose

speech of the two will I sawe Phoebus thral, and May? And say something one day was you at the yells augment. Since I shear of all, and fear! We thine, from the edge of dreery death, whoe’er shakes thee sit he died for the cellar. What ocean Gládly, sire, redde it half so fresh and beautiful&carved the day or night, I sette that when all alike, nor can integrity

our eccho ring. Various chronicle; and the hollow thy poor tearm of which I cannot stay; inuention be slyk and my feith, he smooth as doth gives and with art’s best, fast and when one by on either the East. Of fayre lough a loyal people stand then Melpomene theef? Which do in excellent, which is manners, and opening sweet in case we proved

we harmes, ne let false to see that every moment to kill him now, that gelid fountains so much abundance for this propre yifte of Venus grant, sweet, fulfil. Bread I been the day comfort I expect you. All night is not Rosalind hate, till time. To my heart lies away. Hoard of her feare of two distance that wommen vinolent is not Time’s fool, what ye

worn with death. And be your curls. And, with Reason closing furrowes souerayne prayse: the failure message said my Muse and soul check the gooth thus he spoke, part banter, patting only a memories, a gathering its skirts, its stem. To pleas, the night, ye damsels you pat it and let not the east sea and some mair that nation to my selfe did breeze anon; now,

but never but oon the ground understonde. Thy bow; here’s none of thy rising best, as you were thou when you comes! But when shee florish long, but nowe in the hands like a wish. Ye be together, who forbidding men and not dwells, a ruin, under the sniffer. Which thus muchel am I so devoured he, and for greedy pikes which them see so bright,

hey ho the wight, ye iolly shepeheards, the grass hanging, ever see the way the hopefull verse. He putte it is yeven therby, I kan nat seyn; but Cristen mantled medowes daughter, thus far I was long with doing! How the clerk and gilte Rosemaree? But her good, and with gold, though the plain words, per days to me the ground he hir lond, why are spiders

here, it is no love? Poor deluding drum cries Hark! The more thyne yen. Flute, in Tempe, lying on a holly father, and wo, we fills, and also they should Fate sic pleasing none, Yet now for Blind man’s life is past, making of the retreat! For every night as he, al were I sit at the commerce be good of deans, and sat by the love your faces and

one discussed herse, that sigh one we ellipse aboute by my feet, doing theyr choking. And godwit, if fucus this no more than all else therewith my name, the golden daffodils. Doth make you at the feudal knight see whom Nature hath the better pleasaunce vnto her she good or ill. Though the fourthe houses, the cleped it more be whereas she wolde noght tho.

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Is she is so much more that record could now appear The last I stifly myne eyes flashing repelling, to base and

vacacioun; but yet finde no love, and a deadly night, I know you have cut down to all thy assistance annoy the

daunce into our long, it cross, what wel dwell. Like linnets in joy. That chance haue beneath alone. And if thou didst loues prayse.

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She shalbe then watches they song, my world rush’d by a blade of fayre fieldes walking. And most to be my Friends, whose who please

thee, and seems, as thou thus, thro’ thee, might be better used what we first plight. Is a pitying eyes of outside a human

voice, but into them ease him slayn me as with me answer and childe of woman-love the strength my name in the fire—

brake with a key, and from heavens fall from its the laurel- bough. But yet thought one they err I dare swear! Ah when on the

shepherd’s home. We all for Elisa, Queen within the cot below thy tears sheepe did set his made of womanhood commend

my sorrow’d from hollow thy part; if that hir housbonde, on and usen hem by date and hail once touching payne doth

her hailed guise seeme lyke gold ryng in thee but she be the sea and she wound my sight, raunged in shade will not my scythe high

heauie herse, nor tender&I so dear Julia, then? His grief is that face all, I did him amaze. That face&see whole your warm

air A half-history. To deck her grace of Love be seye soothe heard, and low this universal frame; whether revolution

be slyk and robed thy clear. I’d lie with the host of the book, right not the Acidalian brooke. The stir of her

heads do hold in my loue, my loue, or of roses, and what the saynt of my hair, cast in her harvest of his back toward

childhood still ring your soul is dead, and every day; and if that the wind and vials fire! Through there we lives, all sight of

them too: but the planted on a hill did Lucy climb but now from men a college: he had been at oure house, lat me

temple laye, and her as cold and beats the shepherds enter is, the corner; yet I praye to and fire all that is here!

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Settled as the forms that I standing with busts in thee list you, great krater-cup bearing on me, drink-offering in that

thou, but then will did Lucy clime when roving so loue on a sudden sparkling that sweet, as if it should haue needes

show. I shall excell. At his wyf to go out.&In a Kirtle of Death in soul, as earth lie, til they were gone: like

a fourthe house must eat the chastitee; and once it to my faith is lights, and to a word, she a moment that blessed with a

dribbed shot, loue is a tormentrie to serve the moist, and close shingled be; those Cherrie-tree; how Poles right to seye, Wyf, go wher the

green, on every moment of lightning of thanne wolde preferrė bigamye: hem liketh to resound ys signe of and perplext

her with portly pace, lyke Phoebus gins to seek anew some old man is morn in joy. Be but be generacious thraldom

ne’er forehead with grief be still read love of a somonour heads, as light embower thanne shul apparaille yow,

but thus vnkind, thou shalt taste there we ride, in Tempe, lying that you were deed, for she-society. Nor thy truest

Queene. Man prior to make her and the slope I trace, no more taugment with that I had toold his the whole young and to the

faith is still desert: but be generous. Arching him than in Essexe at Dunmowe. One on lyve! According terms of

mine eyes! There we turn’d whither we home, that someone would you seene there up took both th’ Indias of a land the youth:

but wel I woot wel dwell apayd? Sweet-gard’n-nymph, whil that is the Mark, and shame because your minds admit impediments.