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Over her hung a canopy of state,
Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold,
But of a substance, though not animate,
Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould,
That only eyes of spirits might behold.

— Giles Fletcher

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Every thing doth pass away;
There is danger in delay:
Come, come, gather then the rose,
Gather it, or it you lose!

Only bend thy knee to me,
Thy wooing shall thy winning be!

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