I t of your beauty, and this arrow,

        Made out of a , is in my marrow.

        theres no man may look upon her, no man,

        As wo be a woman,

        tall and    h fad bosom

        Delicate in colour as apple blossom.

        tys kinder, yet for a reason

        I could    t of season.
请记住本书首发域名：966xs.com。966小说手机版阅读网址：wap.966xs.com