A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presagers Of My Speaking Breast, Who Plead For Love, And Look For Recompense, More Than That Tongue That More Hath More Expressed.

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To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.