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... No drop thou gettest for to eslake thy lust ; And though good wines sometime to
thee be brought , The taste of better shall cause it to be nought . Oft wouldest thou
drinke yet darest thou not sup , Till time thy better have tasted of the cup .
... No drop thou gettest for to eslake thy lust ; And though good wines sometime to
thee be brought , The taste of better shall cause it to be nought . Oft wouldest thou
drinke yet darest thou not sup , Till time thy better have tasted of the cup .
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Such a bedfelowe men shall to thee assigne , That it were better to slepe among
the swine , So foule and scabbed , of harde pimples so thin , That a man might
grate harde crustes on his skin , And all the night longe shall he his sides grate ...
Such a bedfelowe men shall to thee assigne , That it were better to slepe among
the swine , So foule and scabbed , of harde pimples so thin , That a man might
grate harde crustes on his skin , And all the night longe shall he his sides grate ...
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Better is in ragges pure lyvynge innocent , Than a soule defyled in sumptuous
garment . Trust me , Amyntas , my selfe with these same eyen , Have in the cyte
suche oftentymes seen , Jet in theyr sylkes , and bragge in the market , As they
were ...
Better is in ragges pure lyvynge innocent , Than a soule defyled in sumptuous
garment . Trust me , Amyntas , my selfe with these same eyen , Have in the cyte
suche oftentymes seen , Jet in theyr sylkes , and bragge in the market , As they
were ...
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