A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,It is more fatal then the dry,That singly, but embracing, wounds;And this at once both burns ...
I.Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,It is more fatal then the dry,That singly, but embracing, wounds;And this at once both burns ...
Small type of great ones, that do humWithin this whole world's narrow room,That with a busie hollow noiseCatch at the ...
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