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  • Maesia's Song
    SWEET are the thoughts that savor of content;
    The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
    Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
    The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown. ...
  • The Description Of Sir Geoffrey Chaucer
    HIS stature was not very tall,
    Lean he was, his legs were small,
    Hosed within a sock of red,
    A buttoned bonnet on his head, ...
  • Farewell To Folly
    1 Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;
    2 The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
    3 Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
    4 The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: ...
  • The Shepherd's Wife's Song
    Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing,
    As sweet unto a shepherd as a king,
    And sweeter, too:
    For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, ...
  • Cupid Abroad Was Lated
    CUPID abroad was lated in the night,
    His wings were wet with ranging in the rain;
    Harbor he sought, to me he took his flight
    To dry his plumes. I heard the boy complain: ...
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Pretty 5 Pearl 5 Heart 5 Grief 5 Never 4 Nature 4 Glad 4 Place 4 Baby 4 Sorrow 4


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Charmmmml: "it is in fact the height of selfishness to merely consume what others create and to retreat into a shell of limited goals and immediate pleasures." — robert greene, mastery
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