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Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect my eyes . Glou . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . 150 Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike ...
Never came poison from so sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect my eyes . Glou . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . 150 Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike ...
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She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i ' the alehouse . What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish ? 141 lago .
She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i ' the alehouse . What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish ? 141 lago .
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My father , as nurse said , did never fear , But cried Good seaman ! ' to the sailors , galling His kingly hands , haling ropes ; And , clasping to the mast , endured a sea That almost burst the deck . Leon . When was this ? Mar.
My father , as nurse said , did never fear , But cried Good seaman ! ' to the sailors , galling His kingly hands , haling ropes ; And , clasping to the mast , endured a sea That almost burst the deck . Leon . When was this ? Mar.
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