flora’s dial. 
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JHard) 31. 
LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING. — Desertion. 
But thou, my lute, be still, now take thy rest, 
Bepose thy bones upon this bed of downe; 
Thou hast discharged some burden from my brest, 
Wherefore take thou my place, here he thee downe; 
And let me walke to try my restlesse minde, 
Untill I may entreate some curteous winde 
To blow these wordes unto my noble mate, 
That he may see I sorrow for his sake. 
Gascoigne, 1560 . 
&prii 1. 
COLUMBINE. — Folly. 
Have you seene but a bright lillie grow, 
Before rude hands have touched it ? 
Ha> you marked but the fall o’ the snow, 
Before the soyle hath smutched it? 
Or have ye smelt the bud of the brier ? 
Or the nard in the Are ? 
Or have tasted the bag o’ the bee ? 
Oh, so white! Oh, so sweet is she! Jonson. 
