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[XVI. Faire is the Rose, yet fades with heate or colde]

Faire is the Rose, yet fades with heate or colde,
Sweet are the Violets, yet soone grow olde,
The Lillie's white, yet in one day tis done,
White is the Snow yet melts against the Sunne,
So white, so sweet was my faire Mistris face,
yet altred quite in one short houres space,
Short liu'd beautie a vaine glosse doth borrow,
Breathing delight to day, but none to morrow.