You may thanke me, (Lady) / I haue taken you off your mellancholly pearch, / Boare you vpon my fiſt, and ſhew'd you game, / And let you flie at it: I pray the kiſſe me, […]
From the alliance has come forth a corrupt but forceful tyranny which undevotedly exploits its parents in order to maintain and extend untrammeled and arbitrary power.
Wallace knew well the Englishmen would flee, For thy he thrusted in the thickest to be, Hewing full fast on whomsoever he fought, Against his dint fine steel availed nought.
The best is the enemy of the good.
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