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,
By-and-by
Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.

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