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[The Lyon fell, fierce Parde, the Lillies sweet]

The Lyon fell, fierce Parde, the Lillies sweet,
Harps to sound wel, our ancesters thought meet.
Here Lyon, Pard, their native wonted wrath
Lay by, nor Lillies sent, nor Harpe sound hath.
Like to the Prince the Lyons gentle kinde,
And in the Parde you see a milder minde.
When the Queen opens her breast, or speaks, you see
The Lillies breath no sent, Harpes silent be.