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poliphilo
This fair young maiden for a nuptial bed
More fit, is lodged (sad fate) among the dead.
Stormed by rough winds so falls in all her pride
The full blown rose, designed to adorn a bride.
The blasted rose its beauty shan't regain
And shall neglected by the bride remain.
This virgin in immortal beauty dressed
Shall meet her bridegroom as a welcome guest.
