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 The flower of my affected heart

whose sweetness doth excel,

My royal Rose, a hundred times.

I bid you now farewell.

For I must leave my fairest Rose,

my sweetest Rose a space,

And cross the ocean into France,

Proud rebels to debase.

But still my Rose, be sure thou shalt

my coming shortly see,

And in my heart, when hence I am,

I'll bear my Rose with me.

When Rosamond, the lady bright,

did hear the King say so,

The sorrows of her grieved heart,

her outward looks did show.

And from her clear and chrystal eyes

the tears gush'd out a-pace,

Which like the silver pearly dew

ran down her comely face.

Her lips like to the coral red

did wax both wan and pale,

And for the sorrow she conceiv'd,

her vital spirits fail.

And falling down into a swoon

before King Henry's face,

Full oft within his princely arms

her body did embrace.