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Of a Rosemary braunche sente.
Suche grene to me as you haue sent,Such grene to you I sende agayn:
A flowring hart that wyll not feint,
For drede of hope or losse of gaine:
A stedfast thought all wholy bent,
So that he maye your grace obtain:
As you by proofe haue alwaies sene,
To liue your owne and alwayes grene.
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