Now tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted Suffer them now and theyll oergrow the garden.
Now tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted Suffer them now and theyll oergrow the garden.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose;
And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction in the Temple Garden,
Shall send between the Red Rose and the White
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden.
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