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Ten thousand sweet belgards, which to their sight 

 Do seem like twinkling stars in frosty night : 

 But on her lips, like rosie buds in May, 

 So many millions of chaste pleasures play." 



SPENSER. 



" the parted lip 



Like the red rose-bud moist with morning dew, 

 Breathing delight." 



THOMSON. 



" her cheeks blushing, and withal, when she was 



spoken unto a little smiling, were like roses when their leaves are with 

 a little breath stirred." SIDNEY'S ARCADIA. 



' ' The rose, the flower of love, 

 Mingle with our quaffing ; 

 The rose, the lovely leaved. 

 Round our brows be weaved, 

 Genially laughing. 



" O the rose, the first of flowers, 

 Darling of the early bowers, 



E'en the gods for thee have places ; 

 Thee too Cytherea's boy 

 Weaves about his locks for joy, 



Dancing with the Graces. 



" Crown me then, I'll play the lyre, 

 Bacchus, underneath thy shade : 

 Heap me, heap me, higher and higher, 

 And I'll lead a dance of fire 

 With a dark deep bosomed maid." 



HuNT, t frora Anacreon. 



" Her face so fair, like flesh it seemed not> 

 But heavenly portrait of bright angel's hue 

 Clear as the sky withouten blame or blot, 

 Through goodly mixture of complexions due ; 

 And in her cheeks the vermeil red did shew 

 Like roses in a bed of lilies shed, 

 The which ambrosial odours from them drew, 

 And gazer's sense with double pleasure fed, 



Able to heal the sick, and to revive the dead." 



SPENSER. 



