Go, Lovely Rose


    Go lovely rose,
    Tell her that wastes her time and me,
    That now she knows,
    When I resemble her to thee,
    How sweet and fair she seems to be.

    Tell her that’s young,
    And shuns to have her graces spied,
    That hadst thou sprung
    In deserts, where no men abide,
    Thou must have uncommended died.

    Small is the worth
    Of beauty from the light retir’d:
    Bid her come forth,
    Suffer herself to be desir’d,
    And not blush so to be admir’d.

    Then die, that she
    The common fate of all things rare
    May read in thee;
    How small a part of time they share
    That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

    Edmund Waller, Song: Go Lovely Rose


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