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Listeni-knead-peetas-bread: peetathepainter: ...
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Poem: Sonnet 75 (Edmund Spenser)
Edmund Spenser (1552–1599)  ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wipèd out likewise. Not so (quod I); let baser things devise To die in...
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