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‘Song’ in Vieth Complete Poems (1963) 83: You never think it worth your care / How empty nor how dull / The heads of your admirers are, / So that their cods be full.at cod, n.3
‘Song’ in Vieth Complete Poems (1963) 83: You never think it worth your care / How empty nor how dull / The heads of your admirers are, / So that their cods be full. ‘Rhyme to Lisbon’ in Vieth Complete Poems (1968) 20: A health to Kate! [...] But the Devil take Hyde, / And the bishop beside / Who made her bone his bone.at bone, v.2
‘Rhyme to Lisbon’ in Vieth Complete Poems (1968) 20: A health to Kate! [...] But the Devil take Hyde, / And the bishop beside / Who made her bone his bone.at bone, n.1
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