Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and fair; Yet you are More sweet than any. You`re the maiden posies; And so graced, To be placed `Fore damask roses. —Yet, though thus respected, By and by Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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