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... blood ; But yet I hope that ye shuln do me good : For blood betokeneth gold , as me was taught . And al was false , I dremed of him right naught , But as I folwed ay my dames lore , As wel of that as other thinges more . " But now ...
... blood ; But yet I hope that ye shuln do me good : For blood betokeneth gold , as me was taught . And al was false , I dremed of him right naught , But as I folwed ay my dames lore , As wel of that as other thinges more . " But now ...
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... blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent , Through unadvised rashness waxen wood ; For of his hands he had no government , Nor car'd for blood in his avengement : But , when the furious fit was overpast , His cruel acts he often ...
... blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent , Through unadvised rashness waxen wood ; For of his hands he had no government , Nor car'd for blood in his avengement : But , when the furious fit was overpast , His cruel acts he often ...
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... blood - guiltiness or guile them blot . " Perdy " ( quoth he ) " yet never eye did view Nor tongue did tell , nor hand these handled not , But safe I have them kept in secret mew , From heaven's sight , and power of all which them ...
... blood - guiltiness or guile them blot . " Perdy " ( quoth he ) " yet never eye did view Nor tongue did tell , nor hand these handled not , But safe I have them kept in secret mew , From heaven's sight , and power of all which them ...
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... blood and pricks the heart : Then is your careless courage accoyd , Your careful herds with cold be annoyed : Then pay you the price of your surquedry , With weeping , and wailing , and misery . Cuddy . Ah , foolish old man ! I scorn ...
... blood and pricks the heart : Then is your careless courage accoyd , Your careful herds with cold be annoyed : Then pay you the price of your surquedry , With weeping , and wailing , and misery . Cuddy . Ah , foolish old man ! I scorn ...
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... blood is well nigh frozen I feel , And my galage grown fast to my heel ; But little ease of thy leud tale I tasted ; Hie thee home , shepherd , the day is nigh wasted . EPITHALAMION . YE learned Sisters ! which have oftentimes Been to ...
... blood is well nigh frozen I feel , And my galage grown fast to my heel ; But little ease of thy leud tale I tasted ; Hie thee home , shepherd , the day is nigh wasted . EPITHALAMION . YE learned Sisters ! which have oftentimes Been to ...
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