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...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : But earthlier happy7 is the rose disl.il I'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent...

...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : But earthlier happy4 is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, 5 To leave the figure, or disfigure...

...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent...

...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the rose distilled, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. The barque in which we crossed the ferry at Figueira, on our way to Leiria, was...

...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : But earthlier happy is the rose distil I'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent...

...shall we select ? They crowd upon us— they daztle us : — " Earthlier happy is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness." " Your eyes are lode-stara, and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark...

...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage ! But carthlier happy is the rose distilled, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. The barque in which we crossed the ferry at Figueira, on our way to Leiria, was...