Friday, April 2, 2010

To My Heavenly Muse Comments

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Woe's to me; the mirth of my yeres I ashy make,
And my muse I, in spite of all the love, forsake.
Woe's to me to let Cupid my grene choyce desdayn:
Her lokes and eies so angelyke, albeit cause pain;
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Monty AnNayef
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