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- George Herbert

The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;

White is their colour, and behold my head.

But must they have my brain? must they dispark

Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred?

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Chapter 23 of 44

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Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form, I’ll woo you, like a soldier, at arms’ end, And love you ’gainst the nature of love, force you.

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

The apartment to which the Lady Rowena had been introduced was fitted up with some rude attempts at ornament and magnificence, and her being placed there might be considered as a peculiar mark of respect not offered to the other prisoners. But the wife of Front-de-Bœuf, for whom it had been originally furnished, was long dead, and decay and neglect had impaired

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