(7) This is a pleaſant marriage bed, I'm ready, uſe your cruelty. But may the Heavens bring to light thy crime, and thus let it appear, Winter and ſummer on this grave. may the damaſk roſe in bloom ſpring here, Never to wither, though its cropp'd, but when thy hand doth crop the fame, Then may the bloom that minute blaſt, to bring to light thy bitter ſhame. Mare ſhe'd have ſaid, but with his ſword, he pierc'd her tender body through, Then throw her in the ſilent grave, ſaying, Now there is an end of you. He filled the grave cloſe up again, with weeds the fame did overſpread, Then unconcern'd he ſtraight went home, immediately went to his bed Her parents dear, did grieve full ſore, the loſe of their young Daughter dear, Thinking that ſhe was ſtole away, unto all the riches ſhe was heir. Twelve months ago this thing was done; there's thouſands for a truth doth know; According as ſhe did deſire, on her grave a damaſk roſe did grow. And many wonder'd at the fame, ? for all the winter it did ſpring If any one would crop the Role in a moment it would grow again.
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