Of this fair volume which we world do name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care.
Of this fair volume which we world do name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care.
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.
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