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Слушать(AI)Portsmouths Looking Glass
Methinks I see you, newly
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
To vanish and smooth o'er those graces,
You rubb'd off in your Night Embraces.
Lord John Wilmot
Lord John Wilmot. 1 апреля 1647 — 26 июля 1680. Один из наиболее значительных английских поэтов эпохи Реставрации. Известен главным образом как
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