The King To The Queene Poem by Francis Kynaston

The King To The Queene



VVhile a short stay, short way divides us twaine,
Nor yet of me, nor of your hap complaine.
My Charles and Mary while you doe me misse,
A thousand times your Rosy cheeke will kisse:
And if our Physicks learned leach say true,
You have within you that will comfort you.

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