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HESPERIDES.
566. UPON A COMELY AND CURIOUS MAID.
If men can say that beauty dies,
Marbles will swear that here it lies.
If, reader, then thou canst forbear
In public loss to shed a tear,
The dew of grief upon this stone
Will tell thee pity thou hast none.
567. UPON THE LOSS OF HIS FINGER.
One of the five straight branches of my hand
Is lop'd already, and the rest but stand
Expecting when to fall, which soon will be;
First dies the leaf, the bough next, next the tree.
568. UPON IRENE.
Angry if Irene be
But a minute's life with me:
Such a fire I espy
Walking in and out her eye,
As at once I freeze and fry.
569. UPON ELECTRA'S TEARS.
Upon her cheeks she wept, and from those showers
Sprang up a sweet nativity of flowers.
