ROSE. 
99 
THE LESSON OF A HOSE. 
SPENSER. 
Ah ! see whoso fayre thing doest faine to see, 
In springing flowre the image of thy day ! 
Ah ! see the virgin rose, how sweetly shee 
Doth first peepe foorth with bashfull modesteo. 
That fairer seems the lesse ye see her may ! 
Lo ! see soone after how, more bold and free, 
Her bared bosome she doth broad display ; 
Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away ! 
So passeth, in the passing of a day 
Of mortal life, the leafe, the bud, the flowre ; 
No more doth florish after first decay. 
That earst was sought to deck both bed and bowre 
Of many a lady, and many a paramowre ! 
Gather therefore the rose whilest yet is prime ; 
For soon comes age that will her pride defloure ; 
Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time, 
Whilest loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime. 
ZULEIKA’S ROSE. 
BYRON. 
A single rose is shedding there 
Its lonely luster, meek and pale : 
It looks as planted by despair— 
So white, so faint—the slightest gale 
Might whirl the leaves on high ; 
And yet, though storms and blight assail. 
And hands more rude than wintry sky 
