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WALLER'S ROSE. 



Go, lovely Rose, 

 Tell her who wastes her time and me, 



That now she knows, 

 When I resemble her to thee, 

 How fair and sweet she seems to be. 



Tell her that's young 

 And shuns to have her graces spied, 



That hadst thou sprung 

 In vallies where no men abide, 

 Thou might' st have, uncommended, died. 



Small is the worth 

 Of beauty from the light retired ; 



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 bright and fair. 



*Yettho' they fade 

 From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise, 



And teach the maid 

 That goodness Time's rude hand defies. 

 And Virtue lives when Beauty dies 



IDEM LATINE REDDITUM. 



I, Rosa, purpurei flos jucundissime prati, 



Die cui labe paci tempora meque ferit : 

 lUius laudes tecum perssepe paranti 



Quam grata et candens est ea visa mihi. 



Die cui flore datur primo gaudere juventae 



Gratia quae vero ne videatur avet: 

 Si te forte virum peperisset nescia vallis 



Mortem tu laudis nescia passa fores. 



Nil valet omnino tucem male passa venustas ; 



In lucem veniat protinus ilia jube 

 Quam petit omnis Amor virgo patiatur Amorem 



Nee cum miretur quis stet in ore rubor. 



Tum morere ; ut rerum videat communia fata 



Rararum, fato conscia facta tuo 

 Eheu ! quam minimum praebetur temporis illis 



Quels tantum veneris tantaque forma datur. 



Sed quamois monaie, tuis post fata peracta 



Foliis solitus ne procul absit odor ; 

 Temnere sic discat pietatem Temporis arma— 



Vivere virtutem cum mera forma perit. 



GODFREY GRAFTON. 



* This last most exquisite stanza was found written in pencil, in a Yolume of Waller's 

 Poems, lent by a friend to the unfortunate Kirke White. 



