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... Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you , beauteous and lovely youth , When that shall vade , 1 my verse distils your truth . Sonnet 55 Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes ...
... Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you , beauteous and lovely youth , When that shall vade , 1 my verse distils your truth . Sonnet 55 Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes ...
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... sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexed ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers , golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet , O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace ...
... sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexed ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers , golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet , O sweet content ! Work apace , apace , apace ...
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... Sweet rose , whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shows ye have your ...
... Sweet rose , whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye : Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shows ye have your ...
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Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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