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And Philomel becometh dumb, 

 The Reft complains of cares to come. 



The Flower s do fade, and wanton fiehh 

 Towayward Winter reckoning yeilds 

 A honey tongue, a Liart of gall, 

 Is fancies fpring, but forrows fall. 



Thy gowns, tbyJJoooes,tby beds ofRofes, 

 Thy Cap, thy Kir tie, and thy Poftes , 

 Soon break,jbon wither, foon for gotten, 

 In folly ripe, in reafon rotten. 



Thy belt of ft raw and Ivie buds, 

 Thy Coral ' clafps and Amber ftuds , 

 Allthefe in me no means can move 

 To come to t bee, and be thy Love. 



But could youth laft, and love ftttbreea, 

 Had joy es no date, nor age no need ; 

 Tien thofe delights my mind might 

 To live with t bee, & be thy love, (move 



Pifc. Wei fting, good woman, I 

 thankyou, I'l give you another difh 



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