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Her fair and coloured cheeks,
now pale and wane; her eyes,
That late did ſhine like chryſtal ſtars,
alas! their light now dies.
Her pretty lilly hands,
with fingers long and ſmall,
In colour like the carly dew,
yea, cold and ſtiff withal.
When, as the morning gay,
her golden gates had ſpread,
And that the glittering Sun aroſe,
forth from Thetis's bed;
Then did my love awake,
moſt like the lilly flower,
And as the lovely Queen of May,
ſo ſhone ſhe in her bower.
Attired was ſhe then,
like Flora in ber bower,
Fair as any of Diana's nymphs,
ſo look'd my lovely flower.
And as fair Helen's face
gave Grecian dames the lurch,
