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And as fair Helens face

Did Grecian dames besmirche, So did my dear exceed in sight

All virgins in the church.

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When we had knitt the knott

Of holy wedlock-band, Like alabaster joyn'd to jett,

So stood we hand in hand;


Then lo! a chilling cold

Strucke every vital part,
And griping grief, like pangs of death,

Seiz'd on my true love's heart.


Down in a swoon she fell,

As cold as any stone;
Like Venus picture lacking life,

So was my love brought home.

At length her rosye red,

Throughout her comely face,
As Phoebus beames with watry cloudes

Was cover'd for a space.


When with a grievous groane,

And voice both hoarse and drye, Farewell, quoth she, my loving friend,

For I this daye must dye ;


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Instead of musicke sweet,

Go toll my passing-bell ;
And with sweet flowers strow my grave,

That in my chamber smell.


Strip off my bride's arraye,

My cork shoes from my feet; And, gentle mother, be not coye

To bring my winding-sheet.

Bestowe upon

My wedding dinner drest,


poor, And on the hungry, needy, maimde,

Now craving at the door.


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Her true love seeing this,

Did fetch a grievous groane,
As tho' his heart would burst in twaine,

And thus he made his moane.


O darke and dismal daye,

A daye of grief and care,
That hath bereft the sun so bright,

Whose beams refresht the air.


Now woe unto the world,

And all that therein dwell,
O that I were with thee in heaven,

For here I live in hell.


And now this lover lives

A discontented life,
Whose bride was brought unto the grave

A maiden and a wife.


A garland fresh and faire

Of lillies there was made, In sign of her virginitye,

And on her coffin laid,


Six maidens all in white,

Did beare her to the ground: The bells did ring in solemn sort,

And made a dolefull sound.


In earth they laid her then,

For hungry wormes a preye ; So shall the fairest face alive

At length be brought to claye.

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