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286 My heart will never credit that I am far from thee, ii. 275.278. [sic] My secret is disclosed, the which I strove to hide, iii. 89. My watering lips, that cull the rose of thy soft cheek, declare, iii. 134.

SAY, by the lightnings of thy teeth and thy soul’s pure desire, iii. 19. She comes in a robe the colour of ultramarine, iii. 190. Sherik ben Amrou, what device avails the hand of death to stay? i. 204. Some with religion themselves concern and make it their business all, i. 48.