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[My Lady's presence makes the Roses red]
My Lady's presence makes the Roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame;
The Lyllies' leaves (for envy) pale became,
And her white hands in them this envie bred.
Because to see her lips they blush for shame;
The Lyllies' leaves (for envy) pale became,
And her white hands in them this envie bred.
The Marigold the leaves abroad doth spred,
Because the sunne's and her power is the same;
The Violet of purple cullour came,
Di'd in the blood shee made my hart to shed.
Because the sunne's and her power is the same;
The Violet of purple cullour came,
Di'd in the blood shee made my hart to shed.
In briefe, all flowers from her their vertue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smels do proceede;
The living heate which her eye beames doth make
Warmeth the grounde, & quickeneth the seede.
The raine wherewith shee watereth the flowers
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
From her sweet breath their sweet smels do proceede;
The living heate which her eye beames doth make
Warmeth the grounde, & quickeneth the seede.
The raine wherewith shee watereth the flowers
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
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