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A Contemplation upon Flowers

VE flowers—that I could gallant it like you,      And be as little vain!

You come abroad, and make a harmless show,      And to your beds of earth again.

You are not proud: you know your birth:

For your embroider'd garments are from earth.

You do obey your months and times, but I      Would have it ever Spring:

My fate would know no Winter, never die,      Nor think of such a thing.

O that I could my bed of earth but

And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!

O teach me to see Death and not to fear,      But rather to take truce!

How often have I seen you at a bier,      And there look fresh and spruce!

You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my

Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.

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Henry King

Henry King (1592 – 30 September 1669) was an English poet who served as Bishop of Chichester.

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