Whereas people walk, they talk as well; Their flight of birds above shows it well, But I am neither man…
Gales pushing him
Sooner, this gale marching, Follows, now approaching, Caught, soon departs with it, Arrested, brutish and brought; Walking, and then eyes…
Love’s hue
Theirs the poison once it was err the winds that shine, And bless the cups of mountain brew the ease…
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