Richard Brome Poems

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1.
Humility

Nor Love nor Fate dare I accuse
For that my love did me refuse,
But oh! mine own unworthiness
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2.
The Merry Beggars

Come, come away! the spring,
By every bird that can but sing,
Or chirp a note, doth now invite
Us forth to taste of his delight,
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