...And fhuns to have her graces fpied, That hadfl thou fprung In deferts, where no men abide, Thou muft have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd ; Bid her come forth, Suffer her felf to be defir'd, And not blufh fo to be admir'd. Then die...

...And ihun's to have her graces fpy'd, That, hadft thou fprung Indeferts, where no men abide, Thou muft have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd: Bid her come forth, Suffer her felf to be defir'd, And not bluih fo to be admir'd. Then die!...

...Leaves the untusted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind. SONG. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she...have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the...

...the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, out flics the wind. • o N o. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she...have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncoramended died. Small is the worth Of Beauty from the...

...Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind. io H a. t Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. VOL. in. O Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts...

...we know Of what the blessed do above, Is that they sing, and that they love. SONG. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she...spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men ahide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beanty from the light retir'd : Bid her...

...Wonder is shorter liv'd than love. THE ROSE. Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, Tell her, that's young, And shuns to have her graces...sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncoramended died. Small is the worth Of beauty, from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer...

...How sweet and fair she seems to be. • > Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the wprth Of bëauty from the light retir'd : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desir'd ; And not...

...greater mixture of fancy and sentiment, is Waller'* beautiful Address to the Rose. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, • When I resemble her to t^iee, How sweet and fair she seems to be, &c. It concludes thus, Then die ! that she The common fate...

...sing dirges o'er his stone. SONG. BY WALLER. (jro, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That, hadst thou sprung In desarts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of Beauty from the...