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... Kings too their neighbour kings dethrone , In hope to make the world their own But let us limit our desires , Not war like beauties , kings and squires , For though we both one prey pursue , There's a game enough for us and you . Mr ...
... Kings too their neighbour kings dethrone , In hope to make the world their own But let us limit our desires , Not war like beauties , kings and squires , For though we both one prey pursue , There's a game enough for us and you . Mr ...
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... kings . Speak thou , those thoughts at humble peace repine , Shall Wolsey's wealth , with Wolsey's end be thine ? Or ... kings protected , and to kings ally'd ? What but their wish indulg'd in courts to shine , And pow'r too great to ...
... kings . Speak thou , those thoughts at humble peace repine , Shall Wolsey's wealth , with Wolsey's end be thine ? Or ... kings protected , and to kings ally'd ? What but their wish indulg'd in courts to shine , And pow'r too great to ...
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... king of England , ' said The angel . ' Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung ...
... king of England , ' said The angel . ' Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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