131SWeet Rose, faire flower, vntimely pluckt, soon vaded,

132Pluckt in the bud, and vaded in the spring[.]

133Bright orient pearle, alacke too timely shaded,

134Faire creature kilde too soon by Deaths sharpe sting:

135 Like a greene plumbe that hangs vpon a tree:

136 And fals (through winde) before the fall should be.

137I weepe for thee, and yet no cause I haue,

138For why: thou lefts me nothing in thy will[.]

139And yet thou lefts me more then I did craue,

140For why: I craued nothing of thee still:

142 O yes (deare friend I pardon craue of thee,

143 Thy discontent thou didst bequeath to me.