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Most curiously that Bower was built Of stone and timber strong. An hundered and fifty dores Did to this Bower belong, And they so cunningly contriv'd With turnings round about That none but with a clew of thread Could enter in or out.
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Reliques of Ancient English Poetry,
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Select Collection of Novels, Vol. IV.
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The Loves of King Henry II and Fair Rosamond. Here the attitude assumed is one of learned contempt for popular credulity.
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What have we in this Story, says Croxall,
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The conceit, he says,
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Rose of the World, not Rose the peerless Flow'r, Within this Tomb hath taken up her Bow'r. She scenteth now, and nothing Sweet doth smell Who earst was wont to savour passing well.
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Annals,
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Though she were sweete, now foully doth she stinke, A mirrour good for all men, that on her thinke.