Tixall Poetry/A Glasse of Conserve of Roses Broken
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A Glasse of Conserve of Roses Broken.
Goe, lady, heare the poet singYour rosy cheekes eternall spring;Beleve your doctor has the powerStill to preserve your beautys flower:And then behold this broken glasse,And vew the autumne of your face:Thees roses weire conservd as well,And yet you see how soone they fell.