Vertue

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1. SWeet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
2. The bridall of the earth and skie:
3. The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
4. For thou must die.
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6. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
7. Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
8. Thy root is ever in its grave,
9. And thou must die.
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11. Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
12. A box where sweets compacted lie;
13. My musick shows ye have your closes,
14. And all must die.
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16. Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,
17. Like season'd timber, never gives;
18. But though the whole world turn to coal,
19. Then chiefly lives.