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Farewell, dear babe, my heart's too much content,
Farewell sweet babe, the pleasure of mine eye, Farewell fair flower that for a space was lent, Then ta'en away unto eternity1. Blest babe, why should I once bewail thy fate, Or sigh thy days so soon were terminate, Sith thou art settled in an everlasting2 state. By nature trees do rot when they are grown, And plums and apples throughly ripe do fall, And corn and grass are in their season mown, And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate3, And buds new blown to have so short a date, Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate. 点击收听单词发音
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