Grace and valour, the keep of you She is, who holds me ; each to each,
She sole, I sole, so fast suited, Other women's lures are wasted, And no truce
But misuse
Have I for them, they're not let To my heart, where she Me with delights I'm not chancing.
She sole, I sole, so fast suited, Other women's lures are wasted, And no truce
But misuse
Have I for them, they're not let To my heart, where she Me with delights I'm not chancing.
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