The true chronicle history of King Leir, and his three daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, and Cordella

The earth, late choked with showers, Is how arrayed in green; Her bosom springs with flowers, The air dissolves her teen.

Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure, Youthful lordings, of delight; Whilst occasion gives you seizure, Feed your fancies and your sight: After death, when you are gone, Joy and pleasure is there none.

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