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الصفحة 174
Ther was never a freake wone1 foot wolde fle , But still in stour2 dyd stand , Heawyng on yche othar , whylle the myghte dre , 3 195 With many a balfull brande . This battell begane in Chyviat An owar befor the none , And when even ...
Ther was never a freake wone1 foot wolde fle , But still in stour2 dyd stand , Heawyng on yche othar , whylle the myghte dre , 3 195 With many a balfull brande . This battell begane in Chyviat An owar befor the none , And when even ...
الصفحة 444
What coxcombs were those who would barter their ease And their necks for a toy , a thin wafer and mass ; At old Tyburn they never had needed to swing , Had they been but true subjects to drink and their king ; 10 A friend and a bottle ...
What coxcombs were those who would barter their ease And their necks for a toy , a thin wafer and mass ; At old Tyburn they never had needed to swing , Had they been but true subjects to drink and their king ; 10 A friend and a bottle ...
الصفحة 915
And idle and couldn't be idle he never could rest . my Willy The King should have made him a soldier , he would have been one of his best . But he lived with a lot of wild mates , and they never would let him be good ; They swore that ...
And idle and couldn't be idle he never could rest . my Willy The King should have made him a soldier , he would have been one of his best . But he lived with a lot of wild mates , and they never would let him be good ; They swore that ...
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