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I must confess that word Doth cut my heart , like any sharpned sword : What !
come t ' account ! methinks the dreadful sound Of every word doth make a mortal
wound , Which sticks not only in my outward skin , But penetrates my very soule ...
I must confess that word Doth cut my heart , like any sharpned sword : What !
come t ' account ! methinks the dreadful sound Of every word doth make a mortal
wound , Which sticks not only in my outward skin , But penetrates my very soule ...
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But griefe growes great , and now my trust doth faile me . Oh ! that my conscience
were but clear within , Which now is racked with my former sin ; With horror I
behold my secret stealing , My bribes , oppression , and my graceless dealing ;
My ...
But griefe growes great , and now my trust doth faile me . Oh ! that my conscience
were but clear within , Which now is racked with my former sin ; With horror I
behold my secret stealing , My bribes , oppression , and my graceless dealing ;
My ...
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It's true , when Johnny comes along , And I by chance do meet him , His master
comes out with a stick , And sorely he doth beat him : Yet Johnny shall be made
amends , When his time's out , by Sally ; In spite of all the rogues and girls That
live ...
It's true , when Johnny comes along , And I by chance do meet him , His master
comes out with a stick , And sorely he doth beat him : Yet Johnny shall be made
amends , When his time's out , by Sally ; In spite of all the rogues and girls That
live ...
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