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( 3 ) Her fair and coloured cheeks,

now pale and wane her eyes,

That late did hine like chrytal tars,

alas! their light nowdiesnow dies [sic].

Her pritty lilly hands,

with fingers long and mall,

In colour like the early dew,

yea, cold and tiff with all.

When, as the morning gay,

her golden gates had pread.

And that the glittering Sun aroe,

Forth from Thetia's bed;

Then did my love awake,

mot like the lilly flower,

And as the lovely Queen of may,

o hone he in her bower.

ttired was he then,

like Flora in her bower.

For as any of Diana's nymphs,

o lookd’ my lovely flower.