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EGLANTINE, OE SWEET BRIAR. 
From this bleeding’ hand of mine, 
Take this sprig of Eglantine; 
Which, though sweet unto your smell, 
Yet the fretful briar will tell; 
He who plucks the sweets shall prove 
Many thorns to be in love. 
Herrick. 
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UNDYING LOVE. 
My heart and soul shall still be thine, 
Come what may come of ills the worst, 
As faithful to thy life’s decline, 
As when they wooed and loved thee first. 
Then hear, dear love, my heart’s true vow, 
And let thy heart confide in me; 
I will not change—my love shall grow 
Till we in wedlock’s bands shall be. 
