Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Tomy 5-6John Bell, 1789 |
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... Atque ita mentitur , sic veris falsa remiscet , Primo ne medium , medio ne discrepet imum . 104. if when you speak , you'd hear a needle fall , & c . ] Tu , quid ego , et Populus mecum desideret , audi . Si plausoris eges aulaea ...
... Atque ita mentitur , sic veris falsa remiscet , Primo ne medium , medio ne discrepet imum . 104. if when you speak , you'd hear a needle fall , & c . ] Tu , quid ego , et Populus mecum desideret , audi . Si plausoris eges aulaea ...
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