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40 A litel scole of Cristen folk ther stood Doun at the ferther ende , in which ther were Children an heep , y - comen ... To worshipe ay , and he forgat it naught , For sely child wol alday sone lere ; But ay , whan I remembre on this ...
40 A litel scole of Cristen folk ther stood Doun at the ferther ende , in which ther were Children an heep , y - comen ... To worshipe ay , and he forgat it naught , For sely child wol alday sone lere ; But ay , whan I remembre on this ...
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Any lord might him have , This child as his son . When he wakens he skips , that joy is to spy . 3rd Shep . In good time to his hips ! Good fortune be nigh ! But who were his gossips , 41 so soon ready ? Mak . So fair fall their lips !
Any lord might him have , This child as his son . When he wakens he skips , that joy is to spy . 3rd Shep . In good time to his hips ! Good fortune be nigh ! But who were his gossips , 41 so soon ready ? Mak . So fair fall their lips !
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Thou hast killed Uriah the Hittite with the sword , and hast taken his wife to be thy wife , and hast slain him with the sword of the children of Ammon . Now therefore the 20 sword shall never depart from thine house ; because thou hast ...
Thou hast killed Uriah the Hittite with the sword , and hast taken his wife to be thy wife , and hast slain him with the sword of the children of Ammon . Now therefore the 20 sword shall never depart from thine house ; because thou hast ...
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