Thursday, January 1, 2004

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When as my love lay sickly in her bed,
Pale death did post in hope to have a prey;
But she so spotless made him that he fled;
"Unmeet to die," she cried, and could not stay.
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Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Giles Fletcher The Elder

Giles Fletcher The Elder

Watford, Hertfordshire
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