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In Eden grew many a pleasant springe
of frutefull trees: among which trees wear two
whome god himselfe alotted honour to
more then to all the plants that there did spring.

No season there was ever but the Springe
whose heate & moysture ay conspired to
preserue these trees both faire & fruitfull too
neare vnto whome did run a fowrfould spring.

Eache of these pleasant trees a worthy dame
these sisters two these two trees honred soe
the lasting springe their never withred fame
the rivers fowr (neare whom these trees do grow)
The virtues fower wherin they so excell
as Paradise seemes ech place wher they dwell.
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