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I cannot tell, who loves the skeleton Of a poor marmoset; nought but boan, boan; Give me a nakednesse, with her cloath's on. II. Such, whose white-sattin upper coat of skin, Cut upon velvet rich incarnadin, Has yet a body (and of flesh) within. III. Sure, it is meant good husbandry in men, Who do incorporate with aery leane, T' repair their sides, and get their ribb agen. IV. Hard hap unto that huntsman, that decrees Fat joys for all his swet, when as he sees, After his 'say, nought but his keepers fees. V. Then, Love, I beg, when next thou tak'st thy bow, Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go, Passe RASCALL DEARE, strike me the largest doe. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |