114 GO, HAPPY ROSE! GO, HAPPY ROSE! Go, happy Rose! and, interwove Say, if she's fretful, I have bands I have myrtle rods at will, Take then my blessing thus, and go, R. Herrick. THE ROSE'S MESSAGE. 115 THE ROSE'S MESSAGE. Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young In deserts, where no men abide, Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare How small a part of time they share Edmund Waller. 116 THE LOVER AND THE ROSE. THE LOVER AND THE ROSE. Go, rose! my Chloe's bosom grace! There, Phœnix-like, beneath her eye, Know, hapless flower, that thou shalt find I see thy withering head reclined One common fate we both must prove,— You die with envy, I with love. John Gay. TO ALTHEA (FROM PRISON). 117 TO ALTHEA-(FROM PRISON). WHEN Love with unconfinéd wings And my divine Althea brings The birds that wanton in the air When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses crown'd, When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free- When, linnet-like confinéd, I 118 BEAUTY CONCEALED. Stone walls do not a prison make, Colonel Lovelace. BEAUTY CONCEALED. Do not conceal thy radiant eyes, Do not conceal those tresses fair, Do not conceal those breasts of thine, Do not conceal that fragrant scent, |