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POETE.Y OF FLOWEES. 
Tell her that’s 5 ^oung, 
And shuns to have her graces spied, 
That, hadst thou sprung 
In deserts where no men abide, 
Thou must have uncommended died. 
Small is the worth 
Of beauty from the light retired ; 
Bid her come forth, 
Suffer herself to be desired. 
And not blush so to be admired. 
Then, die; that she 
The common fate of all things rare 
May read in thee ; 
How small a part of time they share, 
That are so wondrous sweet and fair. 
THE POSIE. 
0, LOVE will venture in, where it daurna weel be 
seen; 
0, Luve will venture in, where Wisdom ance has 
been ; 
But I will down yon river rove, amang the woods 
sae green, 
And a’ to pu’ a posie to my ain dear May. 
