...master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, < Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. jj Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my maiden heart...

...Moon* Thrice blefled they that mailer fo their Blood, To undergo fuch Maiden Pilgrimage. But earlier happy is the Rofe diftill'd, : Than that which withering on the Virgin Thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in (ingle Blelfcdnefs. 'fhef. Ib, The Fate of true Love. The Courfe of true Love never did run finooth,...

...all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon? Thrice blefled they, that matter fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the role diftill'd$ Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives^ and dies, in fingle...

...live a barren fifter all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitlefs moon. Thrice bleffed they that mafter fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden...the. virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffednefs, Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my lord, Ere I will yiekl my virgin patent up Unto...

...all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon? Thrice blefied they, that matter io their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But...the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in fingle bleffednels. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto...

...they, that mafter fo their blcod, To unde.go fuch maiden pilgrimage t But earthlier happy is the role diftill'd, Than that, which withering on the virgin thorn, • Grows, lives and dies, in Tingle blefiednefs. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo; die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent...

...faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon ? Thrice bleffed they, that mailer fo their blood, To undetgo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the...withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in Tingle bleflednefs. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent...

...mafterfo their Hood, To undergo fuch maidin pilgrimage ! But earthliir happy is the rofe diftiird, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in Jingle lleffednefs. Shakefpeare. LONDON. Printed for J. Wi LK i E, in St. Paul's ChurcbTard, and T....

...all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cpld, fruitlefs, moon ? Thrice blefled they, that matter fo their blood, To undergo fuch maiden pilgrimage ! But earthlier happy is the rofe diftill'd, 3 Than that which withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives and dies, in fingle blefiednefs. Her....

...the livery of a nun ; For ay to be in fhady cloifter mew'd, To live a barren fifter all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold, fruitlefs, moon?...withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in ungle bleflednefs. Her. So will I grow, fo live, fo die, my Lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent...