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241. When I do with my self devise

First Line:
When I do with my self devise
Last Line:
Either of learning or of bliss
DMI number:
4355

242. When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food

First Line:
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food
Last Line:
But now we're a I could but goodnight | Oh the roast beef of old England and old English roast beef
DMI number:
20746

243. When the K leaves of S---ly and holds to the queen

First Line:
When the K leaves of S---ly and holds to the queen
Last Line:
Lord how would the Romish religion prevail | That out of this nation it might not turn
DMI number:
42380

244. When you this monument shall see

First Line:
When you this monument shall see
Last Line:
His soul god took his loss man grieved
DMI number:
28594

245. Whether inspired by heaven or moved by H--

First Line:
Whether inspired by heaven or moved by H--
Last Line:
This day to god tomorrow to the D------
DMI number:
20853

246. Whig's the first letter of his name

First Line:
Whig's the first letter of his name
Last Line:
Nol's soul and Ireton's live within him yet
DMI number:
7962

247. Whilst brave Aeneas with a generous care

First Line:
Whilst brave Aeneas with a generous care
Last Line:
As recompense the dangers of deserted Troy
DMI number:
11724

248. Whilst duns were knocking at my door

First Line:
Whilst duns were knocking at my door
Last Line:
That ye may all go home and spew | As I did
Author:
John Wilmot (Speculation) & Alexander Radcliffe (Confident)
DMI number:
42472

249. Whilst Rome does all the world proudly awe

First Line:
Whilst Rome does all the world proudly awe
Last Line:
And builds this monument to thy deserts
DMI number:
29538

250. Who can forbear and tamely silent sit

First Line:
Who can forbear and tamely silent sit
Last Line:
And say in scorn he had no brains to beat
Author:
Thomas Brown (Absolute)
DMI number:
3768