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• Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is--Love, forgive us!
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• How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings.
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• So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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• She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. -- John Heywood (c.
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• She frieth in her owne grease. -- John Heywood (c. 1565) -- Proverbes, Part i, Chap. xi
• She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason.
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