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GReat wrong I doe, I can it not deny,
to that most sacred Empresse my dear dred, not finishing her Queene of faery, that mote enlarge her liuing prayses dead: But lodwick, this of grace to me aread: doe ye not thinck th'accomplishment of it, sufficient worke for one mans simple head, all were it as the rest but rudely writ. How then should I without another wit: thinck euer to endure so taedious toyle, sins that this one is tost with troublous fit, of a proud loue, that doth my spirite spoyle. Ceasse then, till she vouchsafe to grawnt me rest, or lend you me another liuing brest. 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 |