Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone; And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, That 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. ROMEO.... The midwife: or, The old woman's magazine - Seite 219 von Midwife - 1750 Vollansicht -
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