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[XIX. Yet if that age had frosted ore his head]

Yet if that age had frosted ore his head,
Or if his face had furrow'd beene with yeeres,
I would not thus bemone that hee is dead,
I might haue beene more niggard of my teares,
But O the Sunne new rose is gone to bed,
And Lillies in their spring-time hang their head.