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the Elizabethan era, makes this playful allusion 

 in his Epithalamium : 



" Now busie maydons, strew sweet flowres, 

 Much like our bride in virgin state, 

 Now fresh, then prest, soone dying; 

 The death is sweet, and must be your?, 

 Time goes on crutches till that date, 

 Birds fledged must needes be flying." 



CHRISTOPHER CKOOKK. 



Then again, in the play of " the Two Noble 

 Kinsmen," we find a very sweet bridal-song, 

 beginning thus: 



" Roses, their sharp spines being gone, 

 Not royal in their smells alone, 



But in their hue; 

 Maiden-pinks, of odors faint. 

 Daisies, smell-less, yet most quaint, 

 And sweet thyme true. 



" Primrose, first-born child of rer, 

 Merry spring-time's harbinger, 



"With her bells dim ; 

 Oxlips, in their cradles growing, 

 Marigolds on death-beds blowing, 



Lark-heels trim. 



