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The trees that on thy border grew had blossoms with eternal blue! [illegible], and flowers are scattered on the floor' all thy brittle beauties are no more.- Hadst thou been formed of coarser earth Had Nothing [illegible} but given thee birth! Or had thy {variegated?] side Of [Shfforde?] sable have been dyed, Thy stately fabrick had been sound, Tho tables tumbled on the Ground.- finest [mould?] the soonest will decay: [in?] this, ye Fair, for you yourselves are clay. [12 flourishes]