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 Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.  The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes - Seite 31 von William Shakespeare - 1767 Vollansicht -
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