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Sir Roger.The sultry sun doth hie apace his wain,
From every beam a seed of life doth fall;
Quickly heap up the hay upon the plain,
Methinks the cocks beginneth to grow tall.
This is aye like our doom; the great, the small,
Must wither and be forwyned by deathès dart.
See! the sweet floweret hath no sweet at all;
It with the rank weed beareth equal part.
The craven, warrior, and the wise are blent,
Alike to dry away with those they did lament.
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