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Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting

Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,

And then behold your lips where sweet love harbours,

My eyes present me with a double doubting:

For viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes

Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses.

Anon.