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Content to live , this is my stayI seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring .
Content to live , this is my stayI seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring .
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TO ANTHEA , WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole ...
TO ANTHEA , WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole ...
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Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips and cranks and wanton wiles , Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care ...
Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips and cranks and wanton wiles , Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care ...
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