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 1  Ded    |    mans life, ministring most sweet and delectable matter, to
 2 Life    |      that nothing may be more sweet and delectable, whereby
 3    1,  5| Panthia, this is my deare and sweet heart, which both day and
 4    2,  9|    house I found my deare and sweet love Fotis mincing of meat
 5    2,  9| repentance. Tush (quoth I) my sweet heart, I am contented for
 6    2,  9|      her tongue was like unto sweet Nectar, wherewith when my
 7    2, 10|      impatiencie I sayd, O my sweet heart take pitty upon me
 8    3, 15|    cheekes, glittering haire, sweet cosses, and lilly white
 9    3, 16|      Fotis I pray thee by thy sweet paps, to make that in the
10    4, 22| motherly bond of love, by the sweet wounds of thy piercing darts,
11    4, 22|     was laid in a bed of most sweet and fragrant flowers.~Thus
12    4, 22| tender hearbs, as in a bed of sweet and fragrant floures, and
13    4, 22|   when she was layd, that the sweet sleep came upon her, she
14    4, 22|      his ears) and sayd, O my sweet Spowse and dear wife, fortune
15    4, 22|      perform your promise, my sweet wife? What do I finde heere?
16    4, 22|     entire thankes, and said, Sweet husband, I had rather die
17    4, 22|       assailed on this day! O sweet Psyches I pray thee to take
18    4, 22|    person was seene, by whose sweet harmony and modulation the
19    4, 22|     nothing suppressed by the sweet noyse of these instruments,
20    4, 22|      gold, that yeelded out a sweet savor, his neck more white
21    4, 22|      not be appeased with the sweet flattery of his wife, yet
22    4, 22|      he should receive seaven sweet kisses of Venus After that
23    4, 22|    house with roses and other sweet smells, the graces threw
24    4, 22|    blame, the Muses sang with sweet harmony, Apollo tuned pleasantly
25    6, 32|      to Charites saying, O my sweet wife (which no other person
26    6, 32|   untill such time, that with sweet talke and operation of the
27    6, 32|    death of thine enemie more sweet then thy life: Thou shalt
28    6, 32|       it time to seeke out my sweet Lepolemus, and presently
29    7, 42|       that had lost all their sweet sappe and juice.~It fortuned
30    8, 45|    one was a Baker that baked sweet bread and delicates, the
31    8, 45|       the whole messes of the sweet delicates, which caused
32    8, 46|     and Pipes yeelded out the sweet sound of Lydians, whereby
33    8, 46|     haire into yellow, with a sweet odour to all them of the