By Robert Herrick

WELCOME, maids of honour!

You do bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.

She has virgins many,
Fresh and fair;
Yet you are
More sweet than any.

You're the maiden posies,
And so graced
To be placed
'Fore damask roses.

Yet, though thus respected,
Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.

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