Poetry Collection

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But fell againe into sad despaire, to which I nede not layne.For with her words of purpose to the rose tree she did pleyne;She spake thus first, "O thou meaneest well; now do thy dewtie beste, Lend all my body in this worke that hast heretofore wrought."The rose tree answerd her againe, "In faith ye ask me shroude:To make a woman lustrous, such a flower must be your guide:Your eyes and mindes two instruments must be both made meet:If so be you be found in hevens by a mighty lord or knight:That is more fair and foule than any earthly thing can bee;