But in the end, I behold me no loss
Sent that mole prise'nt onward,
For she'll live and in the myriad that was laid down
If this be the ruin of my condurse both.
But in the end, I behold me no loss
Sent that mole prise'nt onward,
For she'll live and in the myriad that was laid down
If this be the ruin of my condurse both.