No, no; for my virginity,
When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die:
Behind the elms last night, cried Dick,
Rose, were you not extremely sick?
A True Maid
Matthew Prior
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Poem topics: night, sick, rose, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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