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| The Blossome |
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| Little thinkst thou poore flower [283] |
| Whome I haue watchd 6 or 7 dayes |
| And seene thy birth, and seene what every hower |
| Gaue to thy growth, thee to this height to rayse |
| And now dost laugh, and triumph on this bough |
| Little thinkst thou |
| That it will freeze anon, and that I shall |
| To morrow find thee fallen or not at all |
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| Little thinkst thou poore hart |
| That labourst yet to nestle thee |
| And thinkst by houering heere, to get a part |
| In a forbidden or forbidding tree |
| And hop'st her stifnesse by long siege to bowe |
| Little think'st thou |
| That thou to morrow ere the Sunne doth wake |
| Must with this Sunne and mee a iourny take |
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| But thou, wch lou'st to bee |
| Subtill to plague thy Selfe, wilt say |
| Alas, if you must goe, what's that to mee? |
| Heere lyes my business, and heere I will stay |
| You goe to frinds, whose love, and meanes, prsent |
| Various content |
| To yor eyes, eares, and tongue and every part |
| If then yor body goe, what neede you a heart?
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