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On Mistris N. to the green sickness.
Stay coward blood, and doe not yield
To thy pale sister, beauties field,
Who there displaying round her white
Ensignes, hath usurp'd thy night;
Invading thy peculiar throne,
The lip, where thou shouldst rule alone;
And on the cheek, where natures care,
Allotted each an equall share,
Her spreading Lilly only growes,
Whose milky deluge drowns thy Rose.
To thy pale sister, beauties field,
Who there displaying round her white
Ensignes, hath usurp'd thy night;
Invading thy peculiar throne,
The lip, where thou shouldst rule alone;
And on the cheek, where natures care,
Allotted each an equall share,
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Whose milky deluge drowns thy Rose.
Quit not the field faint blood, nor rush
In the short salley of a blush
Vpon thy sister foe, but strive
To keep an endless warre alive;
Though peace doe petty States maintain,
Here warre alone makes beauty raign.
In the short salley of a blush
Vpon thy sister foe, but strive
To keep an endless warre alive;
Though peace doe petty States maintain,
Here warre alone makes beauty raign.
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