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472 Without intent, I find a book I've writ, 382. Would the gods might give, 230.

Ye living soldiers of the mighty war, 115. Years have flown since I knew thee first, 32. Yes, I have heard the nightingale, 233. Yes, 't is a glorious sight, 218. Yesterday, when we were friends, 153. Your pretty book doth please me, 125.