hartmantrane
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- Dec 6, 2003
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Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
........ok, it's not mine.........it sure is perty, though.
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
........ok, it's not mine.........it sure is perty, though.