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He had worked on this for years
Since they know they'd be childless:
To hybridise a thornless
And deep-scented damask rose
She was always by his side

these mine eyes
Such store of tears outstreams

Her eyes are fair stars
Her red like damask rose
Her white silver shine of Moon
On Crystal stream
Her

black wires grow on her head
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white
But no such roses see I in her cheeks
And in some perfumes is there more delight

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

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

¡Olé!
They say that this is where it ends.
That no-one's made it out your ring yet.
The roses fly as you wave to the stands.
Predictably I charge

Their holy vigil

All you that will hold watch with love
The fairy-queen Proserpina
Will make you fairer than Diana's dove
Roses red, lilies white