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2I-Fair ladies that to love captived are, II-Mongst thousands good
Fair is the rose, yet fades with heat or cold
Now each flowery bank of May
Lais now old, that erst attempting lass
I-How art thou thral'd, II- Farewell all joys
I-Nay let me weep, II-Ne'er let the sun with his deceiving light, III-Yet if that age had frosted over his head
Ah, dear heart why do you rise?
Trust not t much fair youth unto thy feature
O, that the learned poets of this time
I-I weigh not fortune's frown nor smile, II-I tremble not at noise of war, III- I see ambition never pleased, IV- I fain not friendship where I hate
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