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BLUSH. 
ROSA RUBOR VIRGINEA. 
ROSE, Moss, FULL-BLOWN. 
ROSA MUSCOSA. 
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ANSWER. 
Yet I have not see 
So likely an ambassador of love; 
DO LOVE ME, YOU WILL 
FIND ME OUT. 
I do betray myself with blushing!........- Shaks. 
Confusion thrilled me then, and secret joy, 
Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my a. 
And mantling upward, turned my face to cr im 
Brooke’ s ce "Fae 
I blush to think what I have said— 
Thy virtue will excuse m ‘ 
nd make the gods propitious to our iove. . . Addison. 
And yet, what need I blush at such a choice? 
I love a man whom I am proud to love Dryden. 
SupERIOR MERIT. 
Behold the first in virtue, as in fac 
In praise so just, let every voice be hci 
Oh! what perfections must that virgin share, 
Who fairest is esteemed, where all are fair! . . . Prior. 
The virtuous Marcia towers above her “ek 
True she is fair—oh, how divinely fair 
But still the lovely maid improves her ons 
With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, 
And san tity sige manners. Cato’s soul 
Shines out in every thing she acts or speaks ; 
While winning mildness and attractive smiles 
Dwell in her looks. . 
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For whom a life were a nial i venliee: 
Aye, to be deemed as nothin: 
How could my tongue 
Take pleasure, an be lavish in thy praise ! 
How could I speak thy deceit of nature! 
Thy open, manly heart, thy courage, constanc 
And inborn truth, inknowing to dieiedatite t :. tele 
