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She helped him Then in her Armes shee did him fold , & oftentimes shee kist him , yett still his courage was but cold for all the good shee wisht him ; 36 There is a tag to the d like an s.-F. yett with her hand shee made it stand soe ...
She helped him Then in her Armes shee did him fold , & oftentimes shee kist him , yett still his courage was but cold for all the good shee wisht him ; 36 There is a tag to the d like an s.-F. yett with her hand shee made it stand soe ...
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yett with her hand shee made it stand soe stiffe shee cold not bend it , & then anon shee cryes once more , & none can mend it ! ” come on and cried still " Once more . ” 40 He declined 44 “ Adew , adew , sweet hart , " quoth hee ...
yett with her hand shee made it stand soe stiffe shee cold not bend it , & then anon shee cryes once more , & none can mend it ! ” come on and cried still " Once more . ” 40 He declined 44 “ Adew , adew , sweet hart , " quoth hee ...
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6 232 Iacke hitt the bird vpon the head soe right that shee fell downe for dead , noe further cold shee flee . 236 & The friar gone among the bushes to pick it up , Jack pipes and nakes him dance . ffast to the bush the fryar went ...
6 232 Iacke hitt the bird vpon the head soe right that shee fell downe for dead , noe further cold shee flee . 236 & The friar gone among the bushes to pick it up , Jack pipes and nakes him dance . ffast to the bush the fryar went ...
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The goodman said vnto him thoe , “ father ! hadst thou beene murdered soe , it had beenel deadly sine.2 ' 304 The fryar to him made this replye , “ the pipe did sound soe Merrilye that I cold never blin.3 . " and , when Jack comes home ...
The goodman said vnto him thoe , “ father ! hadst thou beene murdered soe , it had beenel deadly sine.2 ' 304 The fryar to him made this replye , “ the pipe did sound soe Merrilye that I cold never blin.3 . " and , when Jack comes home ...
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... yarking in their leggs , now in , now out , 348 striuing aloft to prance . the goodman [ page 102. ] The good man , as in sad dispaire , leapt out & through & ore his chayre , noe man cold caper hyer 6 ; 352 Some others ...
... yarking in their leggs , now in , now out , 348 striuing aloft to prance . the goodman [ page 102. ] The good man , as in sad dispaire , leapt out & through & ore his chayre , noe man cold caper hyer 6 ; 352 Some others ...
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