91 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweet, let me enjoy thy sightMore cleare, more bright then morning Sun,Which in Spring-time giues delightAnd by which Summers pride ...
Sweet, let me enjoy thy sightMore cleare, more bright then morning Sun,Which in Spring-time giues delightAnd by which Summers pride ...
Pray doe not use these words, I must be gone;Alasse doe not foretell mine ills to come:Let not my care ...
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