His drinke, the running streame, his cup, the bare
Of his palme cloasde, his bed, the hard cold ground:
To this poore life was Misery ybound. (Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset)

His drinke, the running streame, his cup, the bare Of his palme cloasde, his bed, the hard cold ground: To this poore life was Misery ybound.

Thomas Sackville, 1st Earl of Dorset

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