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The trees that on thy border grew had blossom'd with eternal blue! [Trees] stars, and flowers are scatter'd on the floor, all thy brittle beauties are no more.- Hadst thou been form'd of coarser earth Had Nottingham but giv'n thee birth! Or had thy variegated side Of Stafford's sable hue been dyed, Thy stately fabrick had been sound, Tho tables tumbled on the Ground.- [The] finest mould the soonest will decay: [Hea]r this, ye Fair, for you yourselves are clay. [12 flourishes]