ROSE, Red. The brightness ofher cheek would shame the stars, 



As daylight doth a lamp ! her eye in heaven 

 (Continued.) Would through the airy region stream so bright, 



That birds would sing, and think it were not night. 



Shaks. 



ROSE, Unique. Call me not beautiful\ Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, 



Rosa unica. 



I '11 weep what 's left away, and weeping, die. f Shaks. 



How sweetly could I lay my head 



Within the cold grave's silent breast, 



Where sorrow's tears no more are shed. . . Moore. 



Would I could die * * and be at peace ! 

 These torments in the quiet grave would cease. 

 There, my vex'd thoughts a calm repose would find. 



Lyttelton. 



When will heaven, its silent bell ringing, 



Call my spirit from this stormy world ? . . Moore. 



ROSE-BUD, White. A heart that is Mine, is the freedom of the soul, 



ignorant of love. &**& mine, the unconquer'd will Dale. 



Rosa alba. 



Do not disturb our calm, oh love ! .... Moore. 



-:, By love, the young and tender wit 

 Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud, 

 Losing his verdure even in the prime, 

 And all the fair effects of future hopes. . . . Shaks. 



No let me be 

 " In maiden meditation, fancy free !" ... same. 



All its joys and pains to others I resign, 



Be the vacant heart, the careless bosom, mine ! Moore. 



From love's weak childish vow I live unharm'd. 



Shaks. 



ROSE, White. I am worthy of you. By all this heart hath borne for thee, 



By all it suffers now Anon. 



Rosa alba. 



My sufferings for you make your heart my due. 



Dryden. 



Take then this flower 



The perfume of its faded leaves, triumphant o'er decay, 



May whisper of my changeless love, when I have pass'd 



away Anon. 



