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... curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the ra... |
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... night.
In season, out of season
What's the difference when you don't know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.
The hunter enters the forest.
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsmans horn
By the look of this one youve not got much to fear.
Here I am, Im very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to your... |
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