"Then haste we down to meet thy friends and foes;To place thy friends in ease, the rest in woes.For here though death doth end their misery,I'll there ...

My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.
My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ Tha...
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