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ried ere you distil your wine. You are like balm enclosed well In amber, or some crystal shell, Yet lost ere you transfuse your smell. You are a dainty violet, Yet wither'd ere you can be set Within the virgin's coronet. You are the queen all flowers among, But die you must, fair maid, ere long, As he, the maker of this song. 217. THE BLEEDING HAND; OR, THE SPRIG OF EGLANTINE GIVEN TO A MAID. From this bleeding hand of mine Take this sprig of eglantine, Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful briar will tell, He who plucks the sweets shall prove Many thorns to be in love. 218. LYRIC FOR LEGACIES. Gold I've none, for use or show, Neither silver to bestow At my death; but this much know; That each lyric here shall be Of my love a legacy, Left to all posterity. Gentle friends, then do but please To accept such coins as these As my last remembrances. 219. A DIRGE UPON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT VALIANT LORD, BERNARD STUART. Hence, hence, profane! soft silence let us have While we this trental sing about thy grave. Had wolves or tigers seen but thee, They would have showed civility; And, in compassion of thy years, Washed those thy purple wounds with tears. But since thou'rt slain, and in thy fall The drooping kingdom suffers all; _Chor._ This we will do, we'll daily come And offer tears upon thy tomb: And if that they will not suffice, Thou shall have souls for sacrifice. Sleep in thy peace, while we with spice perfume thee, And cedar wash thee, that no times consume thee. Live, live thou dost, and shall; for why? _Souls do not with their bodies die_: Ignoble offsprings, they may fall Into the flames of funeral: Whenas the chosen seed shall spring Fresh, and for ever flourishing. _Chor._ And times to come shall, weeping, read thy glory Less in these marble stones than in thy story. _Trental_, a dirge; but see Note. _Cedar_, oil of cedar. 220. TO PERENNA, A MISTRESS. Dear Perenna, prithee come And with smallage dress my tomb: Add a cypress sprig thereto, With a tear, and so Adieu. _Smallage_, water-parsley. 223. THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED T
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