Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. Perd.
Perd. Out alas:
Perd. You’ld be so leane, that blasts of Ianuary
Perd. Would blow you through and through. Now (my fairst (Friend,
Perd. I would I had some Flowres o’th Spring, that might
Perd. Become your time of day: and yours, and yours,
Perd. That weare vpon your Virgin‑branches yet
Perd. Your Maiden‑heads growing: O Proserpina,
Perd. For the Flowres now, that (frighted) thou let’st fall
Perd. From Dysses Waggon: Daffadils,
Perd. That come before the Swallow dares, and take
Perd. The windes of March with beauty: Violets (dim,
Perd. But sweeter then the lids of Iuno’s eyes,
Perd. Or Cytherea’s breath) pale Prime‑roses,
Perd. That dye vnmarried, ere they can behold
Perd. Bright Phoebus in his strength (a Maladie
Perd. Most incident to Maids:) bold Oxlips, and
Perd. The Crowne Imperiall: Lillies of all kinds,
Perd. (The Flowre‑de‑Luce being one.) O, these I lacke,
Perd. To make you Garlands of) and my sweet friend,