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[lii] Clorvs to a Groue.

Old Oake, and you thicke Groue,
I euer shall you loue,
With these sweet-smelling Briers,
For Briers, Oake, Groue, yee crowned my Desires,
When vnderneath your Shade
I left my Woe, and Flore her Maidenhead.