His mistris, obscuring her beauty with lowring browes - like foggy vapours that blot the sky - - made him this answer: "How now, sirra? Hath my too much mildnesse made you thus sawcy? Can you set your love at no lower a pitch but you must mount to be...
The Gentle Craft - Page 93
by Thomas Deloney - 1903 - 128 pages
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