

Crudely She LiesCrude kindness is shown to us, And to us thy heart lies. To this lie we express, love, revolting. This, lie of ruthless bewilderment, we stay with arms of welcoming.Crudely She Lies
Cry, Doth our hearts and their human weakness! Hercules, though of peasant quality, not he be weak.
Cast thy shackles and run for river Styx or fight thy death to tyranny.
We must be footed, For there would be no other way, Unless, perhaps, the seraphs, though angered by my heavy behaviour, Would pronounce me to that of the river.
Plead, I do, Ay, I know thy noblemen is drunken by
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J. Clayton
Like a weeboo, but french
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