I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted,... The British Muse: Or, A Collection of Thoughts, Moral, Natural, and Sublime ... - Seite 88 von Thomas Hayward - 1738 Vollansicht -
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