Thenne the batails approuched and ſhoue and ſhowted on bothe ſydes / many men ouerthrowen / hurte / & ſlayn and grete valyaunces / proweſſes and appertyces of werre were that day ſhewed […]
Her hand he seis'd, and to a shadie bank, Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowr'd He led her nothing loath; Flours were the Couch, Pansies, and Violets, and Asphodel, And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap.
Now that I have the privilege of publishing these remarks in Lauri Carlson's Festschrift, I want, by way of conclusion, to briefly address an issue he brought up in his contribution … to my Festschrift.
The charges were dismissed with prejudice.
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