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. I, FORMOSA meæ dic rosa Lydiæ, Quæ nunc et miserum me terit, et suum Tempus, colligat ex hôc, Illam quòd tibi comparo, Quàm sit judicio pulchra et amabilis, Quæ spectanda juventâ, Et formâ, et facie, tamen E visu refugit, si vacuis virûm Illaudata pêrisses. Parvi gratia penditur Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. 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. WALLER. Yet though thou fade, From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise; And teach the maid, That goodness time's rude hand defies; That virtue lives when beauty dies. KIRKE WHITE. Semota ex oculis; dic age, prodeat In lucem, neque se sic vetet appeti, Sic laudata rubescat. Tum demum morere; ut tuâ Illa in morte legat, quàm spatium breve Raris usque eadem lex dedit omnibus, Si quid suavius unquam, Si quid sit speciosius. Sed nympham e foliis dulcis odor tuis Post mortem doceat, tempus ut invidum Spernit, vivaque floret Virtus, cum periit decor. March 11th, 1844. |