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 6 So fhall ehe faireft face appear, when youth and years are flown; Such is the robe that Kings muft wear, when death has reft the crown.

Her b'ood was like the fringing flow’r, that fips the filver dew. The role was budded in her cheek, and op’niog to the view.

But love had like canker worm, confum’d her early prime : The rofe grew pale and her cheek, fhe died before her prime.

Awake, fhe cry’d, thy true love earlier come from her midnight grave : Now let thy phy bear the maid, thy love refus’d to fave.

This is the dark and fearful hour, when injur’d ghofts complain, Now dreary graves give up their dead, to haunt the faithieft fwain.

Bethink the William, of thy fault, athey pledge and broken oath, And they give me back my maiden vow and give me back my troth,

How could you fay my face was fair, and yet that face ferfake ? How could you win my virgin heart, yet leave that heart to break ?