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[The rose of the worlde/but not the clene Floure.]
The rose of the worlde/but not the clene Floure.Is here nowe grauen/to whom bewtye was lent
In this graue full derke/nowe is her bowre
That by her lyfe was swete and redolent
But nowe that she is from this lyfe blynt
Thoughe she were swete/nowe fowly doth she stynke
A myrror good/for all that on her thynke.
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