Emongst th' eternall spheres and lamping sky, And thence pourd into men, which men call Love ; Not that same, which doth base affections move In brutish mindes, and filthy lust inflame ; But that sweete fit that doth true beautie love, And choseth Vertue... Lochandhu [by sir T.D. Lauder, purporting to be ed. by C.M. Montgomery]. - Página 289 por sir Thomas Dick Lauder (7th bart.) - 1825 Visualização integral -
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