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From off a hill whose concave womb reworded / A plaintful story from a sistering vale, / My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, / And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; / Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, / Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, / Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw, / Which fortified her visage from the sun, / Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw / The carcass of a beauty spent and done: / Time had not scythed all that youth begun, / Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage, / Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.