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| Can better doe it, except she meant that I [f. 106] |
| By this should know my paine, |
| As prisoners then are manacled, when they are condemnd to dye.| |
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| What-ere she meant by it, bury it with me |
| For since I am |
| Loves Martire, it might breed Idolatrie |
| If into others hand theis reliques came, |
| As twas humility |
| To afford to it all wch a soule can doe, |
| Soe tis some bravery, |
| That since yow would haue none of me, I bury some of yow. |
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| The Blossome |
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| Little thinkst yo:w* poore flower |
| Whom I haue watchd six or seaven daies, |
| And seene thy birth, and seene what every hower |
| Gave to thy grouth, thee to this height to raise, |
| And now doest laugh, and tryumph on this bough; |
| Little thinkst thou |
| That it will freeze anon, and that I shall |
| To morrow find thee falne, or not at all.| |
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| Little thinkst thou poore hart
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