Mine hour is but laugh to sing, In cast of my deforme'd nature Is this happy hour am come to…
Ah, Osiris
Thine awe held above so high, Could Isis dance without a lie? Nay, nay She's in love for true Dispel…
Mine hour is but laugh to sing, In cast of my deforme'd nature Is this happy hour am come to…
Thine awe held above so high, Could Isis dance without a lie? Nay, nay She's in love for true Dispel…
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