Tixall Poetry/A Glasse of Conserve of Roses Broken

by unknown author

A Glasse of Conserve of Roses Broken.

 

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Goe, lady, heare the poet sing
Your rosy cheekes eternall spring;
Beleve your doctor has the power
Still 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.

 

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