Poems, &c. Written Upon Several Occasions, and to Several PersonsJacob Tonson, at Shakespear's Head over-against Katherine Street in the Strand., 1722 - 284 pages |
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... for her , but go Hand in Hand with her to that Place , where we are told there is neither marrying nor giving in Marriage , that being there divorced , we may all bave an equal Intereft in ber again . My Revenge being immortal , I wish ...
... for her , but go Hand in Hand with her to that Place , where we are told there is neither marrying nor giving in Marriage , that being there divorced , we may all bave an equal Intereft in ber again . My Revenge being immortal , I wish ...
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