Sin's Round
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working like a busy flame, Until...
This is a poetry & verse.
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working like a busy flame, Until their cockatrice they hatch and bring: And when they once have perfected their draughts, My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts. My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts, Which spit it forth like the Sicilian hill.…
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