spenser: happy ye leaves when as though lily hands

divine postman: which hold my life in their dead doing might

spenser: shall handle you and hold in love’s soft bands

divine postman: like captives trembling at the victors sight

spenser: and happy lines on which with starry light

divine postman: those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look

spenser: and reade the sorrowes of my dying spright, written with teares in harts close bleeding book

divine postman: and happy rymes bathed in the sacred brooke of helicon whence she derived is. only one way there is to go

spenser: when ye behold that angels blessed looke

divine postman: my soules long lacked food, my heavens blis

spenser: leaves, lines, and rymes, seek her to please alone

divine postman: whom if ye please, i care for other none. only that my soul receives joy from thy divine lines

spenser: in all things divine postman, it is best to write what you like; not what others demand you to write

divine postman: how shallow and vain are their affections spenser blowing hot today and cold tomorrow

Recto: The muscles of the back and arm. Verso: Studies of the in

 

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