Blossom, bud, caterpillar

Henry The Sixth, Part II, [3.1.87-92]. York: Cold news for me, for I had hope for France/ As firmly as I hope for fertile England./ Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud,/ And caterpillars eat my leaves away;/ But I will remedy this gear ere long,/ Or sell my titlel for a glorious grave.

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