GO, LOVELY ROSE—A SONG. 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 me. GO, LOVELY ROSE A SONG Tell her, that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That, had'st 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! EARLY RISING AND PRAYER. When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave EARLY RISING AND PRAYER. Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth, Vaughan. MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. My mind to me a kingdom is, That it excels all other bliss That God or Nature hath assign'd: Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely port, or wealthy store, Nor force to win a victory; No shape to win a loving eye; |