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1318 Frigid and sweet Her parting Face— Frigid and fleet my Feet— Alien and vain whatever Clime Acrid whatever Fate. Given to me without the Suit Riches and Name and Realm— Who was She to withhold from me Penury and Home? Edited by Peter Carter
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