THE HOSE. 
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, 
A fresh-blown musk-rose. 
Anon. 
A bed of lilies flower upon her cheek. 
And in the midst was set a circling rose. 
P. Fletcher. 
Its velvet lips the bashful rose began 
To show, and catch the kisses of the sun ; 
Some fuller blown, their crimson honours 
shed ; 
Sweet smelt the golden chives that graced 
their head. 
Fawkes. 
The lady lily paler than the moon, 
And roses, laden with the breath of June. 
Barky Cornwall. 
There was the pouting rose, both red and 
white. 
Anon. 
And first of all the rose; because its breath 
Is rich beyond the rest; and when it dies. 
It doth bequeath a charm to sweeten death. 
Barry Cornwall. 
