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- West Rose, faire flower, untimely pluckt, foon vaded,
Pluckt in the bud, and vaded in the firing
Bright orient pearle, alacke too timely thaded,
Faire creature lulde too foon by Deaths tharpe fling:
Like a greene plumbe that hang upon a tree:
And fals (through winde) betore the fall should be.
I weepe for thee, and yet no cause I have,
For why: thou lets me nothing in thy will
And yet thou lets me more then I did ccaue,
For why: I craued nothing of thee fillb
O yes (deare friend I pardon craue of thee,
Thy discontent thou didil bequeath to me.
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