The time of Henry VII nearly coincides with the commencement of what is termed modern history.
Asters. My dearest blossoms of the yeartime hold Scant eulogy, save wandering children's meed — All scentless …
Sayling alwayes with the sheates of mainesaile and trinket warily in our hands.
After all, if it hadn’t been for Sam Goldwyn Farley might very well be a nothingburger.
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