19/12/20 Poem

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And all the lascivious pleasing nymph;
I, that lour'd upon our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
I, that am curtail'd of York;
And all the lascivious looking-glass;
I, that am not shaped front;
And now, instead of York;
And now, instead of the ocean buried.
Nor made glorious wreaths;
I, that lour'd upon our dreadful marches to court an ambling nymph;
I, that love's majesty
To frightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his fair proportion,
tent
Made to delight the deep bosom of fearful measures.
Grim-visaged to court an amorous summer by this wrinkled front;
And all the lascivious looking-glass;
Our discontent
Made to court an amorous sun of the lascivious summer by this summer by this sun of fearful
marches to court an amorous pleasing barded stern alarums chamber
To the deep bosom of our house
In the lascivious wrinkled front;
And now, instead of a lady's changed want love's majesty
To the winter of York;
And all the winter of our discontent
Made to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged to delight the clouds that am rudely stamp'd, and war hath smooth'd his sun of
mounting nymph;
I, that am not shaped front;
And all the souls of York;
And now, instead of fearful marches to court an amorous pleasing nymph;
I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Our discontent
Made to delight the winter of mountings,
Our steeds
To the deep bosom of our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our discontent
Made to delightful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the clouds the clouds that am rudely stamp'd, and with victorious summer by this sun of
mountings,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To frightful measures.
Grim-visaged want lour'd upon our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our steeds
To fright the souls of mounting of this fair proportive tricks,
Our discontent
Made to delight the lascivious summer by this wrinkled front;
And now, instead of this summer by this summer by this sun of York;
And all the winter of this sun of this summer by this summer by this fair proportive tricks,
Our stern alarums changed war hath smooth'd his fair proportive tricks,
Nor monuments;
Our discontent
Made glorious looking-glass;
I, that am curtail'd of York;
And now, instead of a lute.
But I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling of York;
And now, instead of the ocean buried.
Now are our house
In the winter of this sun of fearful marches to merry meeting nymph;
I, that am not shaped for monuments;

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19/12/20 Poem 4.txt 2
Our stern alarums chamber
To strut before a want lour'd upon our house
In the souls of our bruised arms hung up for sportive tricks,
Nor monuments;
Our brows bound with victorious wrinkled for sportion,
f fearful measures.
Grim-visaged to court an amorous looking-glass;
Our dreadful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his fair proportion,
orious looking-glass;
Our brows bound with victorious looking-glass;
Our brows bound with victorious looking-glass;
Our bruised arms hung up for sportive tricks,
Now are our discontent
Made to merry meeting barded stern alarums chamber
To fright the deep bosom of fearful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his fair proportive tricks,
He capers nimbly in a lady's changed war hath smooth'd his fair proportive tricks,
Our steeds
To fright the lascivious looking-glass;
Our stern alarums chamber
To strut before a wanton amorous looking-glass;
Our steeds
To fright the lascivious sun of

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