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'Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme, Your eare itselfe outpasseth them.
When idle words are passing here, I warne and pull you by the eare.
This silken chayne stands wayting here For golden tongues to tye on there.
Here silken twynes, there locks you see-- Now tell me which the softer bee?
William Strode
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Thursday, January 01, 2004 |
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