“ My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 1.1K
“ I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 483
“ My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 2.6K
“ My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 496
“ My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 529
“ Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 201
“ I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ The People's violent Love and Hate; one in extremes lov'd and abhor'd. Riddles lie here; or in a word, here lies blood; and let it lie speechlesse still, and never crie. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 564
“ Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom Nor forced him wander, but confine him home. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom Nor forced him wander, but confine him home. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 453
“ Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 223
“ Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom Nor forced him wander, but confine him home. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Some have affirm'd that what on earth we find, the sea can parallel in shape and kind; books, arts, and tongues were wanting, but in thee Neptune hath got a university. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom Nor forced him wander, but confine him home. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 4K
“ The People's violent Love and Hate; one in extremes lov'd and abhor'd. Riddles lie here; or in a word, here lies blood; and let it lie speechlesse still, and never crie. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 174
“ The People's violent Love and Hate; one in extremes lov'd and abhor'd. Riddles lie here; or in a word, here lies blood; and let it lie speechlesse still, and never crie. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 1.1K
“ Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 3.9K
“ Some have affirm'd that what on earth we find, the sea can parallel in shape and kind; books, arts, and tongues were wanting, but in thee Neptune hath got a university. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 2.6K
“ Some have affirm'd that what on earth we find, the sea can parallel in shape and kind; books, arts, and tongues were wanting, but in thee Neptune hath got a university. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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“ I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 2.2K
“ Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 1.1K
“ Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom Nor forced him wander, but confine him home. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
- 3.9K
“ The People's violent Love and Hate; one in extremes lov'd and abhor'd. Riddles lie here; or in a word, here lies blood; and let it lie speechlesse still, and never crie. ”
- John Cleveland- Copy
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